After divorce, Ex-wife Revealed Identities

Chapter 737

The President was seething with anger. He had made the first move to reconcile with Isabelle, but this

stubborn woman acted aloof. Did she expect him to kneel and beg for forgiveness? He had extended

an olive branch, and yet she refused to take it.

He was fuming, but in front of Darius and Franklin, he dared not do anything rash. All he could do was

rub his hands together awkwardly and say, "Isabelle, we're still family. Blood is thicker than water."

"You're right," Isabelle replied coolly. "We have pitiful blood ties left between us. You can go back to

your stepson now; I'm just a daughter you can forget about."

With that said, she walked away without looking back.

Darius watched her leave with a smirk on his lips before following after her.

Sylvia shook her head in disappointment as she watched the drama unfold before her eyes.

The President's face turned red with embarrassment as he tried to salvage the situation but failed

miserably.

In the speeding car, Isabelle sat next to a powerful man who exuded an intimidating aura. She didn't

dare move or breathe too loudly for fear of angering him.

He could destroy the Bentley family with just a snap of his fingers; what chance did an insignificant NôvelDrama.Org owns all © content.

woman like herself have against him?

Even though she had accepted that he was Bethany's biological father, Isabelle couldn't help feeling

lost and scared about what might happen next.

Would he try to take custody of Bethany away from her? If so, there was no way she could win against

him in court or anywhere else for that matter.

Her mind raced uncontrollably until his deep voice broke the silence inside the car. "Do you want to

come back with me to H Rovirsa or stay here?"

Isabelle looked up at him in shock - did he just ask for her opinion? It seemed like he respected her

after all...

Darius looked at Isabelle sitting far away from him, admiring her exquisite figure and delicate face. Her

long eyelashes covered her eyelids, complemented by a small nose and pointed chin, forming an

extremely youthful appearance.

She was very pretty, especially pretty.

After hearing his voice, she suddenly looked up, her eyes resembling those of a deer, with a hint of

disbelief and mixed with fear.

He knew he shouldn't scare her, but he couldn't help himself. He was somewhat out of control.

Especially when he thought of the hardships and sufferings she had gone through.

A surge of rage would swell up inside his chest, an urge to obliterate the entire world. He wished for

those who had ever mistreated her to pay a heavy price.

"Why aren't you speaking? If you don't want to come back to H Rovirsa with me, the three of us can

stay here. Don't you want to be an anchor? I can buy the TV station right now."

Darius deliberately slowed down his speech, as if afraid of scaring her.

Upon hearing his words, Isabelle's face immediately changed. "No, it's not necessary. Don't buy..."

She pressed down the palpitation in her heart and said, "Mr. Foster, are you only temporarily staying

with me because of Bethany? I know I don't have money and there's a world of difference between us.

If you want her custody, I'm too powerless to resist. But... Bethany and I have been relying on each

other for so many years. I can't bear to be separated from her. Please don't take Bethany away from

me, can you?

"I will work hard to earn money and take good care of her. I will definitely be a responsible mother."

Upon hearing her words, Darius's handsome face darkened. What was she even saying?

Was it because he didn't express himself clearly or something else?

How could she think that he would separate them and take their daughter away from her?

Darius exuded a chilling coldness that sent shivers down one's spine.

Feeling the emotional changes of the man beside her, Isabelle, who was already lacking in confidence,

felt even worse. She swallowed nervously and quietly glanced at him before quickly lowering her gaze

again.

Did he seem even angrier now? So, he really wanted to take the child away?

Isabelle felt a little sad, uneasy, and even more fearful.

If she were separated from her daughter, it would be no different from wanting her dead.

"Isabelle, listen up." The man finally spoke, his voice filled with undisguised anger. "I will not forcefully

separate you from the child, nor will I fight for custody. What I want... from beginning to end, is for us to

be together."