The Bentley was speeding ahead, and as it passed by me, a strong gust of wind followed behind. I coughed a little due to the dust that came with it. The Bentley made a turn before pulling over in front of me. The window was rolled down, revealing Isabelle’s angry face.
She was glaring at me and Christopher’s clasped hands while her cheeks were flushed from anger. “Did you not take my words to heart?”
“Mom!” I was already upset with what happened earlier, and her scolding made me feel worse. “I—”
“You don’t have to explain. I don’t want to do this with you in public. Get in,” Isabelle pushed open the car door and instructed.
“Mrs. Goldstein…”
“I don’t want to hear a word from you. Nothing you say can change the fact that your mother killed my brother. Christopher, please let go of my daughter’s hand.” Isabelle’s anger was so overwhelming that it felt like it could swallow me alive.
I wanted to let go of his hand, but he tightened his grip on mine. “Mrs. Goldstein, do you have to do this? Why are you forcing Eve to do as you wish? Can’t you just let her be happy? She’s your daughter, after all. Shouldn’t her happiness come first?”
Christopher was holding my hand, and his tone sounded determined.
“Shut up. Are you implying that she has to marry you in order to be happy? What makes you think you’re in the place to say such a thing? Your mom is a murderer. Why would I let my daughter marry you?” Isabelle stepped out of the car after noticing that I wasn’t getting in and attempted to shove me into the car. When I didn’t want to, she tried to hit me but to no avail as Christopher immediately stopped her.
Isabelle then shifted her attention to Christopher and hit him instead. However, he didn’t resist and merely shielded me. When my head almost hit the car door, he reached out his hand to shield it.
I shook my head at him, gesturing for him to keep silent since Mom was still mad. I knew how harsh her words could be, and I didn’t want Christopher to be embarrassed. Hence, I got inside the car. Isabelle immediately shut the door behind me.
“Christopher, let me tell you this. I will never forget what Julia did to Robert. If you want to marry my daughter, then you better ask your mom to return Robert to me.” Isabelle stood by the car door as she glared at Christopher. A cold aura surrounded her.
“Mrs. Goldstein, is there no ?” Christopher studied her expression. He had found out a lot of things about Isabelle, and she seemed different from the person he thought she was. It was as if she had been faking it all this while.
The impatient and hot-tempered woman standing in front of him was the total opposite of how he thought she ought to be, and he wondered what she had in mind.
Is she trying to make people think that she’s a malicious woman?
Before he could come up with a conclusion, Christopher would never tell a thing to Yvonne. He had to be extra careful in dealing with this woman since she was Yvonne’s mother.
“Other way?” Isabelle laughed with a hand covering her mouth. “Sure, there’s one. Just bring your mom to Century Tower, and let me push her down from the highest floor. If you can accept this, I’ll agree to let you marry my daughter. It’s your call. I think you wouldn’t mind me killing Julias since you’re so desperate to marry my daughter.”
“Mom!” I interrupted their conversation as I could no longer bear to hear it. Then, I looked pleadingly at Christopher, begging him to stop talking. After all, there would be no winner in this situation.
I used to think that Mom would move on with time, and things would take a better turn someday. But at that moment, I realized that I had been too naive. Mom would never give in, and she had never planned to do so.
