Chapter 13
Phoebe sat on the living room sofa as the family doctor carefully tended to the bruises on her body.
When the alcohol swab touched her wounds, she sucked in a sharp breath, but her mind was full of Isabelle’s ice–cold stare from the
warehouse earlier.
Something was wrong.
Very wrong.
It was the same face, but that look, that vicious demeanor–it was completely different from the submissive “Isabelle” of before.
“Hiss-” She suddenly gripped the sofa armrest tightly, and the doctor quickly apologized: “Miss Evans, please bear with it. Almost done.”
Phoebe waved him away impatiently, signaling him to hurry up.
After the doctor left, she stood up, deciding to get some water to calm down.
Walking down the hallway, she heard two maids whispering at the corner, holding an envelope,
“…the madam said to give this to her after the wedding, but now the wedding wasn’t completed, what should we do?”
“Shh, keep it down! If Mr. Sinclair finds out we didn’t handle what the madam asked us to do…”
Phoebe narrowed her eyes and silently approached: “What are you talking about?”
The two maids jumped in fright, one nearly dropping the envelope. Seeing it was Phoebe, their faces went even paler: “Miss… Miss
Evans…”
“What is that?” Phoebe held out her hand directly. “Let me see.”
The maid hesitated, then handed it over: “It’s something the madam gave us before, saying to give it back to her after the wedding ended… but now the wedding wasn’t completed, we don’t know what to do…”
Phoebe’s heart stirred, but she smiled gently: “I see. Give it to me then, I was just going to find her.”
After the maids left, she immediately returned to her room, locked the door, and eagerly tore open the envelope-
Inside were several handwritten notes in neat, clear handwriting:
[Elliot is allergic to milk, remember never to give him any.]
[He hates sweets, only drinks black coffee, no sugar.]
[There’s stomach medicine in the second drawer on the left in his study, he forgets to take it when working late.】
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Phoebe’s fingers trembled slightly.
Isabelle already knew Elliot well enough–why would she write these things down?
And ask the servants to deliver them to “herself,” unless…
Phoebe’s heart suddenly raced.
Unless the person in the villa now wasn’t Isabelle at all!
She shot up, grabbed her phone and dialed a number: “I want you to investigate Isabelle Albright, the more detailed the better, especially all her movements in the past three months!”
After hanging up, she stuffed the notes into the bottom of her jewelry box and took a deep breath to calm herself.
Just as she opened the door, she came face to face with Isabelle walking up from the stairs.
Their eyes met, and the air froze instantly.
Phoebe suppressed her racing heart and forced a smile: “Miss Albright, Elliot is in his study. Would you like to… take him a glass of
hot milk?”
She stared intently at Isabelle’s face, not missing any change in expression.
Isabelle slowly raised an eyebrow, her gaze moving from Phoebe’s swollen face to the milk glass in her hand. She suddenly laughed coldly and took the cup-
“Splash!”
The entire glass of hot milk was thrown directly into Phoebe’s face!
“Ahh!” Phoebe screamed and staggered backward, milk dripping down her hair in a sorry state. “Are you crazy?!”
Isabelle smashed the empty glass on the floor, glass shards scattering everywhere.
She curled her lips, her gaze contemptuous: “The servants can handle such things. What are you to dare order me around?”
Phoebe trembled with rage: “You… you actually dare-”
“What’s going on?” Elliot emerged from his study at the noise, frowning at the scene.
Isabelle crossed her arms, looking defiant: “I threw it. So what?”
She glanced at Phoebe. “At least I own up to what I do, unlike some people who resort to underhanded tactics.”
With that, she turned and left, her heels mercilessly crushing the glass shards on the floor with harsh cracking sounds.
Phoebe looked at Elliot with teary eyes: “Elliot, why is she treating me like this…”
Elliot was silent for a moment, his gaze falling on Isabelle’s retreating figure. Surprisingly, he said: “The wedding wasn’t completed. It’s normal for her to be angry.”
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He looked away. “It’s not a big deal. Go wash up.”
Phoebe was thunderstruck, staring at him in disbelief.
He was actually defending that woman?
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