Semua Bab After The Divorce, She Became The Nation’s Sweetheart: Bab 21 - Bab 30

Aimee’s sudden reaction startled Isabelle.The girl’s utensils clattered against the table, her usually calm eyes now glowing with a light that almost seemed too vivid for her. Her eyes widened, lips trembling as if she wanted to say something but couldn’t, her little body leaning forward unconsciously. Isabelle froze, stunned. She hadn’t seen such an expression from Aimee before. Was this… excitement?Her heart shifted strangely. Even Ryan, her own son had pushed her away, saying he didn’t want her. Yet this little girl, with whom she’d barely said more than a few words, was looking at her as if her presence mattered so much to her. A strange feeling could not help but flicker in her heart at the thought.Riven also noticed. His gaze shifted from his daughter to Isabelle, reading the surprise etched on her face. His lips curved slightly.Then his eyes fell to her clothes—his clothes. The loose shirt and trousers hung long and wide on her slender frame, forcing her to fold the hems

Isabelle returned to her room and sat on the edge of the bed. For a long moment, she simply stared at the agreement in her hands. How strange fate worked. A few weeks ago she was still happily Gregory’s wife and Ryan’s mother and had never met this man. But now, she has suddenly became his daughter’s nanny. How unreal.A sigh escaped her lips as she reached for her phone lying on the bed.Gregory’s name glowed on the screen, his unread message waiting where she had ignored it earlier. This time, she clicked it.{Why didn’t you answer your phone? Where are you? How could you leave without a word? Call me immediately!}Isabelle’s lips curved into a humorless smile. Arrogant, as always. He demanded answers as if she still owed him explanations. Her fingers moved swiftly across the screen. {Civil Affairs Bureau. 2 p.m. Let’s finalize the divorce.}Without waiting for his reply, she tossed the phone aside and headed for the bathroom. The hiss of running water soon filled the space as she

The sleek black car screeched to a halt at the curb, its polished surface gleaming beneath the afternoon sun. The door swung open, and a tall woman stepped out, sunglasses covering her eyes and confidence radiating from her every stride. Isabelle immediately smiled when she saw her but Gregory’s brows furrowed in shock. “Camille?”Tiffany blinked rapidly, confused. She looked at Gregory's shocked expression and asked, “Who is she…?”Isabelle turned, ignored the two who had stopped her and quickly walked down the stairs towards Camille. But the latter walked in the opposite direction and none of them had time to react before she yanked open the trunk and pulled out a gleaming aluminum bat. She swung it once, letting the metal whistle through the air, and then shouldered it with a grin. It was particularly terrifying.Isabelle was taken aback for a moment but she soon lowered her head and smiled. It was so long and she had almost forgotten Camille’s explosive temper. Gregory dared to

The Torres villa was silent that evening, broken only when the heavy front door slammed open. Gregory strode in, looking very angry. He yanked his tie loose and flung his jacket onto the sofa, the fabric landing in a crumpled heap.Tiffany followed behind slowly not wanting to be caught in the storm brewing. Even the house staff they had just hired that were lurking in the shadows instinctively bowed their heads and scattered.At that moment, a clear childish voice and hurried footsteps rang out from the hallway.“Daddy!”Ryan came running from the play area, his toy car clutched in his small hand, and his eyes sparkling with excitement. He skidded to a stop in front of Gregory, tilting his head up and anticipation written all over his innocent features.“Daddy, did you find Mommy?”Gregory froze mid-step. He had indeed promised to find Isabelle for Ryan since the boy kept hassling him and asking where his mommy was. That was why he had come after her at the Civil Bureau but who knew

Naomi left in a rush after the session, her figure disappearing through the door before Isabelle could stop her. Whether it was because of their earlier disagreement or she truly had something to do, Isabelle could not tell. She had intended to ask about Aimee’s treatment in detail, hoping to learn more, but there was no time for it.Left with no choice, she turned to the internet. For the next hour, she read articles written by child therapists and nutrition specialists, scribbling notes earnestly until two full pages were filled. She set the notebook down on the sofa with a small sigh of accomplishment.Only then did she realize Riven was seated across from her. He had a tablet in hand, his posture relaxed. She had no idea when he had come in. Startled, she instinctively flipped her notebook face down.As though sensing her guilty movement, the man raised his head. His dark gaze met hers for a brief moment. He did not call her out, yet the silence alone was enough to make her heart