Chapter 257

Isabella comforted Cinda for a few moments.

Cinda finally breathed a sigh of relief, then brought a cup of honey water to Isabella, saying, "Drink some honey water. You're pregnant and it's good for your stomach."

Isabella reluctantly took it. An hour ago, she had teased Cinda for using the baby as an excuse to make her eat all kinds of fruits.

It hadn't been long before Cinda started targeting her directly, beginning her lecture mode.

Isabella sipped the water slowly, listening to Cinda quietly talk about Nolan.

"Ms. Taylor, don't you think Mr. Brown is really a pitiful person? He's so handsome, like a rich young man straight out of a TV show, but he just got his legs hurt."

"I say a man with such a good temperament, who speaks gently and is considerate, is the most suitable for you. They are brothers, why didn't you choose this Mr. Nolan Brown as your husband back then?"

Isabella paused in her drinking.

Cinda's words were something Isabella had thought about more than once.

Not to mention that she had known Nolan longer than Michael. If she had wanted to marry Nolan back then, she wouldn't be experiencing the current grievances and pain.

In the end, it was love that caused the trouble.

She had asked herself why it had to be Michael. Nolan was clearly gentler, understood her better, and even her thoughts didn't need to be spoken.

Nolan could understand with just a look.

Even their faces were about seventy to eighty percent similar.

One could say that choosing Nolan would have given her Michael's looks and Nolan's gentleness and consideration. Marrying Nolan, how could she not be happy?

But she had resolutely chosen Michael when faced with the choice.

Perhaps this was fate!

Even if she had to do it all over again, her choice might still be him.

Michael was her calamity.

She had to go through it herself, endure all the suffering and pain, before she would give up.

She admired Nolan, and they had a mutual understanding due to their similar backgrounds, but there was no feeling of a racing heartbeat.

So, they could be friends, even family.

But not lovers.

Liking someone was something that couldn't be hidden, and that was how she felt about Michael.

Even reaching the point of divorce, she never regretted her initial decision, because she knew that if she didn't end this relationship herself.

She would still be obsessed with him.

It was better to go through it once, to understand through the pain.

At night, a tall, upright figure stood under the faculty building of Evergreen City University. Evergreen City had already entered winter.

Although it hadn't started snowing yet, the temperature at night had dropped below freezing.

The sky outside darkened quickly, and there were hardly any people on the streets.

Yet the man stood downstairs, staring coldly in the direction of the intersection.

He was waiting for someone.

His brother, Nolan.

As time passed, he lit a cigarette, slowly exhaling, waiting for Nolan to appear.

Twenty minutes later, a white business car approached from the opposite side, its glaring headlights shining on Michael. The car braked.

The driver quickly got out, and before he could retrieve the wheelchair, he was startled by Michael standing not far away.

How could this person look so much like his employer, Nolan?

The only difference was that one was dressed in white, the other in black.

It was like a contrast, but their faces were very similar.

Realizing this, the driver quickly took the wheelchair from the trunk, moved Nolan from the car to the wheelchair, and was about to push him towards the dormitory building.

Nolan refused.

"You can go back, I can manage on my own."

He didn't want to appear like a cripple in front of Michael, needing help even to walk.

At that moment, Michael walked towards them.

Seeing this, the driver knew they had something to discuss, nodded, and quickly drove away.

"Where have you been?" Michael's first words were a question.

There were people watching Isabella, and the moment Nolan appeared, they reported to him.

But he had only just returned now. What had they talked about that took until night?

"Do we have to talk here? My room is just ahead, let's go inside first."

Nolan's voice was calm. Without waiting for Michael's response, he pushed his wheelchair forward.

Perhaps the wind was too strong at night, and on an uphill slope, despite using all his strength, the wheelchair moved forward slowly.

If he let go slightly, the wheelchair would slide back.

Just when he thought he was going to fall, a force firmly held the wheelchair and pushed it to the first floor.

From behind, it was Michael's cold face.

Before he could say thank you, Michael coldly rejected him, "No need, I just don't want to waste time!"

Nolan pressed his lips together. Perhaps this was their most common way of interacting.

They entered the door in silence.

Nolan untied his tie and buttons. After a busy day, he was very tired.

But he had to deal with Michael who had come to find him.

"Help yourself, there's bottled water on the table."

"No need, I'm here to talk to you, it won't take long."

Michael sat casually on a chair, his sharp eyes staring straight at Nolan.

Nolan wasn't a fool. He had just visited Isabella, and now Michael appeared in front of him. It must be related.

"Alright, go ahead." Nolan placed his coat aside and wheeled himself to face Michael, forming an opposing angle.

"Nolan, you should be clear about my relationship with Isabella. We haven't divorced!"

Michael no longer called Nolan brother, showing how deep his hostility was.

Nolan's eyes darkened, but he responded, "Yes, I know."

Michael coldly curled his lips, "And you know she's pregnant with my child?"

This time, Nolan was stunned.

He slowly unbuttoned his cuffs, trying to calm his emotions.

After a moment, he spoke, "Michael, what exactly do you want to say? Just say it, there's no need for this between us!"

"You can't guess what I wanna say? At this point, you still want to pretend you don't know?"

Michael's words became sharper, "As Isabella's elder, you repeatedly met her privately without her being divorced, and acted intimately with her."

"Nolan, aren't you afraid that these scandals will spread online and you'll be laughed at by everyone?"

He didn't understand what was going through Nolan's mind.

If he really liked Isabella, he should have acted years ago. Now that his legs were crippled, he wanted to win Isabella back?

Ignoring his warnings, he repeatedly met Isabella privately, even persuading her to get a new husband!

Did he really think his intentions were hidden so deeply that no one could see through them?