Chapter 12
The moment Phoebe saw Elliot appear, hope burst into her eyes.
She dragged her battered body toward him, limping as she threw herself into his arms. Tears streamed down her face, her voice trembling uncontrollably: “Elliot… she, she was going to kill me! Isabelle has lost her mind! She can’t stand to see me happy…”
Elliot caught her in his arms, his gaze dark as he looked at Isabelle, his voice suppressing fury: “What’s the meaning of this?”
Isabelle wiped the blood from the corner of her mouth and laughed coldly, casually tossing the steel pipe aside.
“Clang!” The sharp sound of metal hitting concrete echoed particularly harshly in the empty warehouse.
“Elliot Sinclair,” her voice was hoarse but unusually calm, “you’d better think carefully about who was really wrong today.”
She paused, her gaze sharp as a blade. “Don’t forget–you still owe me for today.”
Elliot’s brow furrowed, his tone ice cold: “Weren’t you the one colluding with Liam Hawthorne?”
“Ha.” Isabelle let out a short laugh, cold light flickering in her eyes. “Fine then. I’ll tell the media right now
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She stared into Elliot’s eyes, speaking each word deliberately: “I wonder if you can handle the public opinion. If I remember correctly, the Sinclair family is trying to acquire that piece of land in the east district, isn’t it?”
Then she turned to Phoebe. “Miss Evans wouldn’t want tomorrow’s headlines calling you a homewrecker, would you?”
Phoebe’s face went white, her lips trembling as she immediately nestled weakly against Elliot’s chest, sobbing: “Elliot, it’s all my fault… It must be because the wedding wasn’t finished that Miss Albright is angry…
Elliot’s frown deepened as he looked at Isabelle: “If it’s about that, I can make it up to you. Why take it out on Phoebe?”
Isabelle scoffed, her eyes full of mockery: “Don’t waste your energy.
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She slowly straightened up. Though covered in injuries, her spine remained perfectly straight. “Who needs your wedding? Even without that formality, I’m still Mrs. Sinclair.”
With that, Isabelle stopped looking at them, covering her abdominal wound as she walked step by step toward the warehouse exit.
Passing by Elliot and Phoebe, she paused slightly, her voice like ice: “That’s enough for today.”
“Don’t be hasty. We have all the time in the world.”
With that, she left without looking back.
Elliot stood frozen, watching her retreating figure, his heart suddenly pierced by some unfamiliar emotion.
She was clearly disheveled, clearly stabbed by his own hand, clearly should have been furious, should have been hysterical. Yet she had simply looked at him calmly once, and it made his chest tight.
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Elliot suddenly realized he had never truly seen her clearly.
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Chapter 12
Phoebe was still quietly sobbing in his arms, but he inexplicably felt irritated.
He instinctively raised his hand to wipe the tears from her face, but the moment his fingertips touched her skin, Isabelle’s cold, blood–stained smile flashed through his mind.
His movement froze.
A secret, unprecedented emotion began growing in his heart-
Had she become like this because of Phoebe?
Had she become like this because of… him?
The thought made Elliot’s breath catch.
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