Chapter 196

"Do you care about him that much?"

Michael felt a deep jealousy towards Nolan.

What kind of place did Nolan hold in her heart that made her reject his conditions without a second thought?

Since when did Isabella's eyes and heart only have room for Nolan?

Every time the topic was about Nolan, she would stand by Nolan's side without hesitation, completely disregarding his feelings as her husband.

She even wanted to divorce him for Nolan?

Isabella, on the other hand, thought he was being unreasonable. Weren't they discussing their divorce? How did it suddenly turn to Nolan?

But since he wanted an answer, she would give it to him.

"Nolan is the most important person to me, of course I care about him. You can't compare to Nolan."

This time, Michael's heart was completely cold.

The pain in his heart had numbed him, and now he only felt powerless, with an empty feeling in his chest.

It was as if the most important, most precious thing had been forcibly dug out of his heart.

"Isabella."

Michael's voice was hoarse. He clenched his fists and pursed his lips, clearly having a lot to say to her.

But now, apart from calling her name, he couldn't say a single word of explanation.

He didn't know what else he could say to win her back.

At this moment, the appearance of the waiter interrupted their conversation.

One dish after another was served on the table.

Isabella didn't have much to say to Michael anyway, so the timing of the food being served was just right for her.

No matter what he said, she wouldn't change her mind.

"Enough, I don't want to talk anymore. Let's eat."

Isabella picked up a spoon and started drinking the seafood soup in front of her without waiting for Michael's response.

This used to be her favorite dish.

But this time, for some reason, the rich and delicious soup had a pungent fishy smell to her.

Even her stomach churned, and Isabella took a deep breath to suppress it.

She found it strange. She had ordered this soup every time she came to the restaurant. How could she only now find the taste odd?

She thought it might be an illusion from not having it for a while.

The next second, she put a spoonful of the rich soup into her mouth.

Just as she was about to savor the taste...

Ugh!

Isabella couldn't control her stomach's reaction any longer. She grabbed a napkin and turned to cover her mouth, retching.

She hadn't eaten anything since leaving the villa, so there was nothing to throw up.

But her face turned even paler.

She looked even more emaciated.

Seeing this, Michael hurried to her side, gently patting her back, bringing over a trash can, and handing her a glass of water.

"Rinse your mouth first, spit out what's in your mouth."

Isabella felt terrible and did everything Michael said. After repeating it two or three times, her stomach finally settled.

Her first reaction upon standing up was to push his arm away.

"I'm fine, you don't need to worry about me."

She thought it was just stomach pain from poor appetite these days, and since she had already decided to break up with Michael, it wasn't appropriate for them to be so close.

Michael didn't care about such trivial matters. He frowned, thinking of taking her to the hospital.

Suddenly, a familiar voice sounded in the hallway outside.

"You said Mr. Brown is here too, is that true?"

"Which private room is he in? If we happen to meet, we should definitely have a meal together."

The woman's voice was soft and charming, clearly coquettish but not overly so.

It was the kind of teasing that men liked, just right.

No one but Violet could have such a skill.

The sound of Violet's high heels got closer, accompanied by the sound of a wheelchair being pushed.

Isabella's expression changed instantly, and a smile appeared on her face.

Could it be that Nolan was here too?

It wasn't impossible. After all, Nolan was Violet's mentor and the one who brought her to the States.

Their relationship was naturally extraordinary, so it was normal for them to have a meal together.

But what she didn't know was that Michael had noticed her reaction and expression.

He was puzzled.

Since when did Isabella have a good impression of Violet, to the point of being happy at her appearance?

At this moment, the waiter outside suddenly stopped Violet.

"Ma'am, our restaurant values the privacy of our guests. Without their consent, we won't let others disturb them."

The waiter's words made Violet lose face instantly.

She pointed at the waiter and angrily asked, "You're not Mr. Brown. How do you know he won't let me in? Do you know who I am?"

"How dare you look down on me, just a waiter?"

"No, it's not like that..."

The waiter raised his hands to explain, but Violet impatiently interrupted, "I don't want to hear your nonsense. Call your manager here."

The people who came here were all wealthy and influential, so the waiter didn't dare to offend her easily.

He had to call the manager over.

The manager was a middle-aged man in his fifties, with a plump figure and a kind demeanor.

He came to Violet with a smile and asked, "Ma'am, this waiter is new and doesn't know the rules. Please forgive him. If you have any requests, just let me know, and I'll personally serve you. Is that okay?"

As he spoke, the manager gently waved his hand at the waiter behind him, signaling him to leave.

But Violet was relentless, "No! I want her to take me to Mr. Brown's private room. I want her to see how I get in."

The manager felt troubled, "Ma'am, our restaurant does value the privacy of our guests. Moreover, Mr. Brown chose the most expensive private room, which means he doesn't want to be disturbed. I advise you to..."

"Hmph!"

Violet didn't want to argue with them, "You said all that just to imply that my status isn't high enough to even notify them. But look carefully, do you know who the person beside me is?"

The manager instinctively looked at the person in the wheelchair.

Before he could take a closer look, Violet's words shocked him.

"He is Mr. Brown's elder brother, Nolan. Now we want to go to Mr. Brown's private room. Do you still dare to stop us?"

The manager was stunned. Michael's elder brother was the young master of the Brown Family.

They were all very famous people. Whether to stop them or not was a dilemma.

The main issue was that he couldn't afford to offend any of them.

If he made Michael in the private room unhappy, his job would be over today.

The atmosphere outside was tense and awkward, while inside the private room, Isabella and Michael were in a different scene.

Hearing that Nolan was here too, Michael's face turned dark.

No wonder Isabella was so happy when she heard Violet's voice. It was because of Nolan's arrival.