The Forgotten Wife's Comeback のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 151 - チャプター 160

[Isabella Hayes]The next day, I was allowed to leave the house with strict supervision. And the only reason I insisted on leaving was that my grandfather called.Theodore and I don’t have as close a relationship as someone else would have with their grandfather. My attack wasn’t public, though Naomi said some of her neighbors had seen it happen. They were too scared of her to actually post anything.Without the public's knowledge, Theodore had no clue that I needed bed rest.He looked at me, eyes scanning over my features like he was the world’s greatest detective.Ethan wasn’t any better. Every five minutes, he would whip his head in my direction, trying to check if anything was wrong with me. He was giving me only two hours to be here, then we’d be speeding back to the house.I sighed, looking over the paperwork for the construction of my company’s next branch.“There are flood warnings. Aurelia is about to be hit with massive storms. Seems we have to put construction on pause for

[Isabella Hayes]Theodore and I watched this scene unfold with a feeling of real fear because Ethan can be terrifying when he wants to be. I wondered if he had involvements like Roman or if it was true that money could buy him anything he wanted. I mean, the man had enough cash to sway any law enforcer to look the other way.He had the tall stature to be intimidating, the personality of someone you couldn’t predict, and brown eyes that could form this cold look that sent shivers into the unsuspecting.Claire was experiencing a hostile Ethan. A version of him that she had never witnessed.I was around during their breakup. I know Ethan hadn’t done anything to her personally. He had bitten his tongue, taken the insult, and wondered whether he truly was the problem. Perhaps he did deserve to be cheated on. Which was very incorrect.No one deserves that, let alone Ethan of all people.It wasn’t until she’d bothered me in the museum that Ethan had explained how he retaliated. And even ruin

[Ethan Blake]I won’t say I didn’t feel anything. Eliza and I were in the same boat. Neither of us knew how to feel about Callum being murdered.She wanted me to fly out to our mother’s estate so we could both check on her. It doesn’t matter how I feel about Callum, or how little I feel; he was still my mother’s first son. First child. He meant a lot to her.She cared about him. She tried to mediate between us. She wanted our relationship to be better than it could actually be.I couldn’t put Isabella on a plane, even for the smallest second. Especially for a brother who stabbed me in the back. He only apologized when I cut off his money supply. When I pulled the rug out from his projects and job.That was when he felt sorry. That was the only reason he felt bad. But I love my mother. She’s good to me. We have problems sometimes, but she’s still my mother. A good one.So I came up with a better idea.After the call, Isabella asked if I wanted to fly out solo. She promised she’d stay i

[Isabella Hayes]Three weeks of bed rest and operating in this state of limbo left me more than excited to finally be able to live like a normal person.Sure, the first thing required of me was to go to a funeral, but I consider it progress. I was still on medication for something Doctor Rachel wouldn’t explain, and I had stitches on the side of my head. But other than that, everything else was perfectly fine.The funeral was nice. Simple. Small. The only person who cried during the ceremony was Ethan’s mother. And I wasn’t surprised by that.Callum was a lot of things, but he wasn’t liked by many. The people he was drinking with showed up, although it seemed like they were hoping to get a good look at the more successful Blake, and probably proposition him with their many business ventures.Thankfully, there were several armed security guards who provided a good bridge between Ethan and those leeches.I wasn’t allowed to be alone. There was an army of twelve men following me around.

[Ethan Blake]All hopes for leaving for Arella were dashed when I woke up the next morning to a storm.The past three weeks have been light on the rain. It was so light I actually thought that the storm warnings were wrong, or false.Well, they were completely right.Seems like this city isn’t ready to release us from its god-awful grip.The downpour was terrifying, and I knew we wouldn’t be leaving the house for the next few days. I exhaled, shutting the curtains and turning back to Isabella.Her eyes were fixed on the screen of her phone, probably reading more comments about her recent popularity.Theodore Laurent didn’t have to do that, but I guess he was frightened of losing the only connection to his late son. It did a lot of good for Bella. Now all the people who had been comfortable talking shit about her seem to be biting their tongues. Though others, mostly the non-elites, were still throwing as many insults as they possibly could.“Bella, put the phone down.”She does. Tossi