Chapter 224

The room instantly fell silent.

Compared to Michael lying on the bed, Isabella was even more at a loss looking at the basin of warm water in front of her.

Did Sophia just ask her to help Michael wash his face? It couldn't possibly expect her to wash his body, right? She was pregnant, after all.

Just as she was hesitating, Michael on the bed had already reached out to wash his hands and face himself.

Maybe the water was a bit too hot, Michael wasn't prepared and hissed, dropping the towel into the water, splashing water all over his face.

He looked quite embarrassed.

Isabella couldn't stand it anymore, walked over and resignedly reached out her hand, "You're not convenient, let me do it."

Saying this, she first tested the water temperature with her hand, then soaked the towel, wrung it out until it was half-dry, and sat down beside him.

She meticulously wiped his hands and face.

Thinking that she and Michael were almost at the end of their relationship anyway, she didn't mind doing this much.

From the moment Isabella entered the room, Michael's eyes hadn't left her.

Seeing her gently wiping his hands like a different person, how could he not be shocked? Because she had never treated him like this before.

When he stared at her eyes, he finally came to his senses.

She was pregnant now, how could she be doing this for him? He was a man; he didn't need her to serve him like this.

"Isabella." Michael's voice was hoarse, his large hand tightly gripping her wrist, trying to stop her actions.

Isabella patted him with her other hand, "You have injuries, don't move."

Then she quickly finished wiping his face, her expression extremely calm.

As if she was completing a task.

When Michael wanted to say something, Isabella spoke first, "Michael, we all know why Grandpa hit you. I can't say much in front of Grandpa. Now that you're injured, it's better not to make another move."

"Before we get divorced, you and Violet better not cause any more trouble in front of Grandpa."

Isabella wasn't here to persuade him, nor did she feel any jealousy or pain for him protecting Violet.

Ever since she had the baby, all her emotions towards Michael seemed to have faded.

She also saw some things clearly.

No matter how angry or furious she was, it was all to no avail.

It was better to let go and free both of them.

She came this time to make things clear, after all, what he was doing now not only affected Aiden's mood but also Daniel's emotions.

Michael was stunned for a moment.

He thought Isabella came specifically to see him because she believed in him and wanted to give him a chance to explain.

Even the gentle and considerate things she did for him just now.

But why did she say such heartless words after doing all that?

"Isabella, you..."

He took a deep breath, his brow twitching, "Don't you have anything else to say to me?"

Isabella looked at him in surprise, thinking he didn't understand what she was trying to convey.

She thought for a moment and said, "Grandpa Daniel took what you said to him seriously and told Aiden. For the sake of the two elders' health, we need to keep up appearances."

After saying this, she added, "Of course, I'm not saying this to restrict your freedom. Who you want to be with is your business, I won't interfere. But I need to remind you about last night. It's fortunate that Grandpa Aiden found out. If someone with ill intentions had taken photos, it would affect not only the Brown Family but also the Wilson Family."

In other words, a scandal was a small matter, but if public opinion affected the reputation of both families, the loss would be more than just immediate.

As the heir to the Wilson Group, besides their personal matters, she had to consider the bigger picture.

Daniel was getting old, and since she had taken on this responsibility, she couldn't just watch the Wilson Group fall into turmoil at this critical time.

After Isabella finished speaking, she thought Michael would have already considered this. But when she looked up, she saw his eyes filled with suppressed anger.

"Isabella, is this what you care about the most?"

Wasn't she here specifically to see him?

Wasn't she worried about his injuries, worried that Aiden might beat him to death?

She didn't even have a word of concern for him.

Everything was just an act.

Michael felt like his throat was swallowing needles, the pain making it hard to breathe.

"Michael, what do you mean? If you have something to say, just say it."

Isabella was puzzled, was there something wrong with what she said? Why was he so angry?

"I..." Michael gritted his teeth, just about to speak when footsteps suddenly came from outside the door.

Following that was a delicate voice, "Michael!"

Recognizing who it was, Isabella's face changed color in an instant.

At this moment, Violet had already pushed the door open and entered the room. Seeing Isabella there, a flash of surprise crossed her eyes, but she quickly concealed it.

With a pretentious air of a hostess, she asked, "So Ms. Taylor, you're here. I just heard you came, I thought you would be talking with Mr. Aiden Brown."

Isabella ignored her.

But Violet keenly noticed the water and towel beside Isabella, instantly understanding everything.

She walked over with a smile, took the towel from Isabella's hand, and pretended to act coquettishly to Michael on the bed, "Michael, Ms. Taylor is pregnant, how can you let her do this? Why didn't you wait for me?"

Isabella was speechless.

At first, she thought Violet was just bold, which was why she set her sights on Michael at her birthday party and then pursued him.

But now she understood, Violet was inherently hypocritical.

Her status hadn't even been acknowledged, yet she was eager to take the position of Mrs. Brown. Should she say Violet was too impatient or just stupid?

The more she acted like this, the cheaper she seemed.

The Brown Family would never want a woman with questionable character like Violet as Mrs. Brown.

She thought Michael could see through this, but he didn't even react.

He let Violet wipe his hands and face without a word of refusal.

She had said so much, but he remembered nothing.

Seeing Violet, he forgot everything.

Isabella rolled her eyes inwardly.

She had truly misjudged.

Michael wasn't worth her coming here at all.

At this moment, Violet added to her displeasure, "Ms. Taylor, you don't need to worry about this in the future. I'll take good care of Michael."

If she was testing Isabella's limits earlier.

Now Violet's proud eyes and provocative tone were deliberately trying to anger her.

But Violet seemed to forget that Isabella was not weak.

As the most favored daughter of the Wilson Family, the current Mrs. Brown, who was Isabella afraid of!