Chapter 13
After the message was sent, Isabella glanced at it, scoffing with a derisive laugh before making a provocative phone call.
“Anna, when did you learn to imitate Jonathan’s tone? You even managed to sound a bit like
him.”
“If I were you, I would have already given up the position of Mrs. Jonathan and run away with my tail between my legs. I’m carrying Jonathan’s child, and maybe soon he’ll propose to me!”
“When that happens, it’ll be you who gets kicked out with no dignity. If you don’t want that to happen, you should give up your place as Mrs. Jonathan now, it’ll spare you some suffering.”
“Otherwise, you’ll end up with nothing and still get rejected.”
As she spoke, Isabella became increasingly smug.
But on the other end of the line, there was still silence.
For some reason, a hint of panic started rising in her chest.
But she quickly suppressed it.
She continued, “Anna, don’t tell me you’re so desperate and miserable that you can’t even speak anymore? I’ve already told you, Jonathan’s heart belongs to me. He doesn’t love you, he’s just pretending.”
The next second, Jonathan’s voice shattered all of Isabella’s smugness.
“Oh, really? What are you even? How dare you come and provoke Anna!”
“It seems I’ve been too kind to you, letting you take advantage of me.”
“Tell me! What exactly did you say to Anna that you shouldn’t have?”
His voice was icy cold, each word hitting Isabella’s heart like a heavy blow.
It was done this time, she was really screwed!
Isabella trembled all over, almost dropping her phone.
No, that couldn’t be! She was carrying Jonathan’s child, he wouldn’t do anything to her!
Once she thought of this, Isabella instantly regained some courage.
Her tears fell freely, her voice tinged with a hint of grievance:
“Jonathan, I… I’m sorry… I didn’t mean to… It was Mrs. Jonathan who started insulting me, I was just defending myself…”
“It’s my fault, I was wrong. Please don’t do this, I’m really scared.”
Chapter 32
Isabella tried to mimic her previous submissive tone, occasionally sobbing, her voice trembling as if she were at her weakest, most pitiful point.
But this time, Jonathan had no patience left to tolerate her.
“Enough. You don’t want to tell the truth? Fine, have other ways to find out!”
He didn’t give Isabella any chance to explain, decisively hanging up
the phone.
Soon after, Jonathan sent someone to take Isabella’s phone from her.
Before she could find someone to disguise the text messages, her phone was taken away.
Opening the phone and checking the messages, it was painfully clear: in the short span of half a month, Isabella had sent Anna countless provocative photos and messages.
As Jonathan looked at those disgraceful photos and words, everything before him turned black, and his mind felt like it was being hit by a thunderclap.
What ridiculous things had he and Isabella done during this time!
Just imagining things from Anna’s perspective made him feel suffocated.
He couldn’t even bear to think about how Anna had endured it.
If it had been Anna doing this, he might have already gone mad.
Jonathan’s face turned pale, his heart aching unbearably.
It was a long time before he slowly calmed down.
His handsome face, however, was cold and terrifying, surrounded by an air of deadly intent making him look extremely dangerous.
