Chapter 3

Isabel's POV

Truth be told, I couldn't care less if Mason would regret his decision. After expressing my stance to withdraw further treatment, I felt a relief I hadn't felt in a long time.

I left Chapman Manor, planning to seek Mason so I could retrieve my passport and ID. They had been in his possession over the years.

I had barely reached the corner of the street when a sharp pain exploded across my forehead. Hot blood poured from the wound.

Dizzy and disoriented, I had barely figured out what was happening before a group of people grabbed me and started beating me up.

"That's her! That's the homewrecker!"

"Mason and Tiffany are the ones who belong together! She just had to throw herself at him and become the homewrecker!"

"She's also a disgrace to the legal profession. She spends all day handling other people's divorces when she can't even sort out her own marriage!"

The commotion quickly drew a crowd. Instead of helping me, people pulled out their phones and filmed me. I had lost too much blood to fight back.

When the onlookers saw that I couldn't defend myself, they eventually lost interest and walked away. One of the assaulters spat at me. "Next time I see you, I'll beat you up again!"

My vision blurred. In the distance, I saw Mason. He was walking hand in hand with Tiffany, smiling happily. I was almost convinced they were truly in love.

When our eyes met, Mason's expression froze. His feet instinctively carried him toward me. "W-What happened to you?"

Blood wouldn't stop flowing, soaking through my clothes.

Mason's mind went blank. He appeared panicked as he fumbled for his phone, ready to call an ambulance. However, Tiffany stopped him.

"Leave her alone. Who knows if she staged this just to get your sympathy? It probably looks worse than it is. She'll be fine. Didn't you say you were taking me shopping for my birthday present?"

She pulled him away. He hesitated for a second before putting away his phone, not sparing me another glance.

I leaned against the wall, gasping for air as the blood continued to flow. In the end, I called an ambulance. Before I could see it arrive, I passed out.

When I woke up again, a week had passed. The doctor told me that if I had arrived any later, I might not have survived the blood loss.

Elaine came to the hospital as soon as she heard what had happened. She covered all my medical expenses. "Isabel, none of this was your fault. Those people went too far. I've already dealt with them."

She sighed. "And Mason… He just forgot that you have a coagulation disorder."

She tried to say more, but my pale complexion made her swallow the rest.

I smiled faintly. "Mrs. Chapman, now that Mason and I are divorced, I won't be staying in Southcort anymore… Neither will I return."

Hearing that I had changed the way I addressed her, Elaine was immediately brought to tears. In the end, she simply nodded. "Isabel, whatever you decide to do, I'll help you."