Chapter 51

Michael glanced down at the lipstick mark on his chest, and his face went pale. He was sure he hadn't been with any other woman, so he didn't know how the lipstick mark got on him.

"You smell like Pearl's perfume. Is that lipstick from her?" Isabella snapped at Michael.

When Isabella mentioned Pearl, it hit Michael-Pearl had thrown herself at him before he left.

"I didn't do anything with Pearl; the lipstick must've rubbed off by accident," Michael protested. He couldn't admit Pearl had thrown herself at him; it would blow his cover as a member of the Williams Family.

But women have a sixth sense about cheating. Isabella quickly figured out Michael was lying.

"If you don't want to tell the truth, fine. I don't need to hear it. We're just married on paper. I'm sorry for thinking you actually cared about me." Isabella turned away, disappointed, and left the room.

Michael watched her go, then looked at the lipstick mark on his chest. Furious, he ripped his shirt off and threw it on the floor.

Isabella stormed out of the hotel. Not only did she fail to get Mason's approval of Michael today, but she also found out about Michael's thing with Pearl.

Today was a total disaster. Isabella could guess why Pearl would try to seduce Michael. That witch Pearl was just trying to piss her off.

Isabella also doubted Michael could resist Pearl. Even though Pearl was a piece of work, she had the looks and the body.

Frustrated, Isabella got home and saw Michael's slippers. She angrily tossed them into the closet and slammed the door.

She thought about throwing out the few clothes Michael had left behind, but for some reason, she couldn't do it. Instead, she stuffed them in a drawer and locked it.

Just as Isabella was about to lie down, her phone rang. It was Mason's butler, Charles.

"Ms. Taylor, we're at the hospital. Can you come over?" Charles said, making Isabella nervous.

"Why are you at the hospital? Did something happen to Mr. Williams?" Isabella asked, worried.

Charles quickly clarified. "No, it's not Mr. Mason Williams. It's Mr. John Williams. He had an accident while street racing today."

As soon as Charles finished speaking, Isabella was stunned. She remembered chatting with Amelia, who had wished John would have an accident and at least break a leg.

"Is John dead?" Isabella asked quickly.

Charles glanced at his phone in confusion, wondering if he had misheard, because he sensed a hint of anticipation in Isabella's voice.

"Mr. John Williams isn't dead; he just broke a leg. He's still in the hospital. Mr. Mason Williams hopes you can come see him," Charles said.

When Isabella heard that John wasn't dead, she felt a twinge of disappointment. "Alright, I'll be there soon," she said.

Charles hung up, scratching his head. "Am I losing it, or did Ms. Taylor sound a bit disappointed?"

"Did you get through?" Mason's voice cut in.

Charles snapped out of his thoughts and nodded. "Yes, Ms. Taylor is on her way."

In the hospital bed, John lay there with one leg in a cast, suspended in the air.

"Grandpa, why did you have to call her?" John grumbled.

Mason shot him a fierce look. "Shut up. This is your chance. If you can't get Isabella to remarry you, I'll break your other leg and give you another shot."

John's eyes nearly popped out. "Grandpa, am I really your grandson? Isabella can't be your granddaughter, right?"

Mason sneered. "If I had a granddaughter like Isabella, I'd be laughing in my sleep."

A little while later, Isabella arrived at the hospital. Seeing John in such a pitiful state, she couldn't help but smile.

"See? Isabella still likes you. She smiled as soon as she saw you," Mason said to John with a grin.

John's eyes widened. "Which eye of yours saw her smile because of me? She's clearly mocking me!"

"Shut up and remember what I told you," Mason snapped.

John could only close his mouth, defeated.

"Mr. Williams, I've seen John. If there's nothing else, I'll head back now," Isabella said, satisfied with John's miserable state.

Mason grabbed her hand. "Wait, Isabella. John is a picky eater. He doesn't like the food the maid cooks. When he was sick before, you took care of him, right? He says he wants your cooking."

Isabella didn't hesitate to refuse. "I'm sorry, Mr. Williams. I have a husband, and taking care of John would cause misunderstandings."

"Alright, how about this? I'll pay you. Be his caretaker for a few days, just cook for him. If he bullies you, call me, and I'll break his other leg," Mason offered.

After a moment of hesitation, Isabella, who was currently in a design competition and temporarily unemployed, decided to earn some money and agreed. Once Mason left, Isabella didn't rush to the kitchen.

John watched as Isabella approached him. Unable to move his legs, he lay stiffly on the bed, staring at her in horror. "What are you doing? Aren't you going to cook? The kitchen's over there."

Isabella coldly approached his suspended leg. "Do you know how terrified I was lying on the operating table, watching the scalpel come closer? It's a thousand times scarier than what you're feeling now!"