Chapter 265

On the other side, Isabella was still in her house, wiping down the gifts she was about to send out.

Just as she finished cleaning, she heard her phone ring.

She put down the towel and picked up the phone, and the ambiguous photo that popped up on the screen left her stunned.

Michael and Violet were holding hands, snuggling close, looking very intimate.

Although it was sent from an unfamiliar number, she recognized the background of the photo.

It was Michael's office and she could still recognize the owner of that big hand!

She had heard about the affair between Michael and Violet, but seeing it with her own eyes made it feel so real.

Seeing the sweet moment between the two, Isabella's body stiffened a bit.

But soon, she came to her senses.

The photo wasn't taken by Michael. First, he wouldn't use such a method to inform her of his relationship with Violet. Second, she was pregnant with his child, and he had no reason to provoke her at this time.

That left only one reason.

The person who sent her the photo wasn't Michael, but the other person holding hands with Michael, Violet!

Was Violet provoking her?

Violet not only stood by Michael's side but also flaunted her current status as his girlfriend.

And she, the legal Mrs. Brown, was left in a neglected corner, nurturing the fetus alone, unable to even control Michael?

Isabella could almost imagine the smug expression on Violet's face when she sent the photo.

Of course, after all the effort to transition from mistress to her current position, Violet's biggest wish now was for Isabella to give up the title of Mrs. Brown.

So that she, the favored third party, could openly marry into the Brown Family and fulfill her dream of becoming Michael's wife.

Unfortunately, she picked the wrong person!

Isabella wasn't someone who would wallow in self-pity over a photo. Violet was a mere mistress, how dare she mess with her?

Did Violet really think she was easy to bully?

Without a second's hesitation, Isabella forwarded the photo to Michael as it was.

As soon as she confirmed he had seen it, she dialed the number she hadn't called in a long time!

Michael saw the photo first and immediately guessed it was Violet's scheme.

Violet's intention was clear: to make Isabella see their intimate actions and refuse to attend his birthday party.

Michael's face darkened instantly.

But at that moment, Violet had already left the office under the pretense of getting tea.

Just as Michael was thinking about how to warn Violet, his phone vibrated, and Isabella's call came through.

Seeing the familiar name flashing on the screen, Michael became nervous.

It was Isabella.

She actually called him?

Michael was thrilled, and his anger towards Violet dissipated a bit. No matter her reason, the fact that Isabella called him was an unexpected surprise.

He took a deep breath and answered the call.

"Why are you calling at this time? Is something wrong?"

Afraid his emotions would be revealed, Michael suppressed his excitement and asked calmly.

His cold tone only made Isabella feel a strong sense of distance.

He didn't want to hear her voice, which was why he sounded so formal. Otherwise, why didn't he react at all to the photo she sent him?

"Michael, you received the photo, right? I don't care what you two plan to do, but she's affecting my life. Don't you have anything to say about that?"

Ever since Violet re-entered Michael's life, rumors about the two of them had been constant.

She had heard at least ten different versions.

But she never took them seriously.

First, she didn't believe the rumors were true.

Second, her relationship with Michael had ended the day she moved out of Elysian Heights Estate. If it weren't for Daniel's illness, they might have divorced long ago.

Since it had come to this, she had no right or power to stop Michael from seeking his happiness.

But he could have told her clearly in advance.

She would have let go.

Why did he have to hide it from her and let Violet tell her?

Now it seemed like she was the one interfering with his happiness, and she didn't understand.

"What do you want me to say?"

Michael suddenly had an idea. If a photo could get Isabella's attention, did that mean she still cared about him?

"It's just a photo. Big deal?"

When he first saw the photo, he was also surprised. If he didn't know Violet had taken it casually, he would have thought something intimate had happened between them.

Hearing Michael's response, Isabella felt a bit colder.

"So Aaron's call was also your idea? You invited me to your birthday party just to let me see you and Violet being affectionate, so I would give up my place for you two?"

Isabella's words were blunt and sarcastic.

At that moment, she truly saw how ruthless Michael's heart was.

When they first got married, he hated her for taking Bianca's place, so he chose to live apart from her for three years without touching her.

For three years, he hurt her with his coldness and indifference, and she endured it.

But now, she was even pregnant with his child. He knew it was his child, yet he still allowed Violet to provoke her this way.

He was truly heartless.

For some reason, hearing Isabella speak in that tone made Michael feel a pang of sadness.

He wanted to explain, but Violet came in with a cup of coffee.

Seeing Michael on the phone, she immediately realized it must be Isabella.

Her eyes flashed, and she put the coffee down, swaying her hips as she walked to Michael's side, pretending to ask casually, "Michael, who are you talking to? I think I heard Isabella's voice."

Michael raised his eyebrows and glanced at Violet, who had quickly come to his side.

He couldn't help but marvel at her skill. She had orchestrated this whole thing and still managed to act innocent.

If he didn't know about her true nature, he might have been fooled by her!

Seeing Michael just staring at her, Violet felt a bit guilty.

But things had come this far; she couldn't let Isabella off easily.

Before Michael could speak, she leaned over to look at the phone's contact name and saw it was indeed Isabella.

Violet grabbed the phone with a look of surprise and spoke excitedly, "Isabella, is that really you? What a coincidence! Michael and I were just discussing how to invite you to the birthday party, and now you've called?"