After divorce, Ex-wife Revealed Identities novel Chapter 868

Chapter 868

Isabelle was scrolling through the news on her tablet when she saw the smile on the handsome man's face. She asked, "What's up? Why are you so happy?"

"Wedding Planner Z actually took our order," Darius said, his lips curling as he looked at Isabelle sitting on the couch. She was beautiful with almond-shaped eyes and rosy cheeks. Her skin was snow-white, and even in casual clothes, she still looked elegant and charming.

Just then, the butler hurried over. "Old Mrs. Foster, Mr. Foster, Old Mrs. Obrien is back," he said.

Old Mrs. Foster had just put on her reading glasses to inform some relatives of Darius' wedding news when she heard what the butler said. She immediately put down her phone and said, "Please bring her in quickly."

Old Mrs. Obrien was Darius' aunt who married into Aettosa's famous family, the Obrien family.

After a while, the butler brought an elderly woman with windblown hair and a young woman into the room.

The young woman wore a caramel-colored coat that accentuated her snow-white skin tone; her eyes were an endless blue that sparkled brightly when they met Darius'. Her facial features were soft with black hair cascading down naturally creating waves that made one want to touch them gently with their fingertips.

On the other hand, Old Mrs. Obrien wore a black coat exuding an air of seriousness befitting someone from such an esteemed family background like hers.

As soon as she entered through doors of their home, she scanned everyone present in hall with imposing gaze before finally resting it upon Isabelle.

Her scrutinizing gaze made Isabelle feel uncomfortable; however, she politely stood up from where she sat holding onto tablet, and stood next to Darius welcoming their guest.

Old Mrs. Obrien brought some gifts along which were taken inside by the butler.

"My dear sister-in-law, it has been ages since we last met," she spoke hoarsely.

Old Mrs. Foster warmly extended both hands towards Old Mrs. Obrien, held onto them tightly saying, "Rory, you're back for good now. What are all these gifts for? Come sit beside me. How did you come back so fast? I only told you yesterday about Darius getting married."

Old Mrs. Obrien whose maiden name was Rory Foster sat beside Old Mrs. Foster laughing softly. "This is my daughter-in-law's son's daughter who grew up at our place. She played often together with my granddaughter during childhood. Darius too used to play around frequently."

"Is that Carolina Lancaster? She's now so graceful and beautiful, a true beauty," Old Mrs. Foster smiled warmly, but inside she felt a pang of unease. Why did Rory bring her here? She had a bad feeling about her return.

"That's right, Carolina is skilled in singing, dancing and playing the piano, truly a high society lady," Rory spoke with pride as she glanced disdainfully at Isabelle from the corner of her eye.

Hearing this made Old Mrs. Foster uncomfortable, but she continued to be polite and introduced Isabelle, "This is my daughter-in-law, Isabelle."

Finally, they talked about Isabelle! Rory had been waiting for this moment for some time now and looked at Isabelle with a fake smile on her face. "I heard you come from Middle Evroya - that barren little place where you can't even afford eggs?"

Isabelle thought it was ridiculous. Who spread these rumors that they couldn't afford eggs? They could eat as many as they wanted! There were many misunderstandings about Middle Evroya outside.

"Karina, we can eat eggs whenever we want to; how could we not afford them? There are many misconceptions about Middle Evroya out there."

"Really?" Rory sneered. "I also heard your hygiene and medical conditions are poor; you don't even filter your drinking water... oh well... never mind." Her disgust was palpable.

As she spoke, she scrutinized Isabelle who was thin like bean sprouts - how could such an insignificant woman from Middle Evroya compare to Carolina who was an accomplished socialite? How dare someone like her marry Darius!

Carolina also looked down on Isabella with contempt in her blue eyes - what kind of woman from such a small town hadn't seen the world yet managed to marry Mr. Foster? Her jealousy almost drove her insane.

Weren't women from Middle Evroya supposed to be ugly and dark-skinned? Why did this woman have such fair skin and delicate features?

The Foster family members were all uncomfortable with their questioning.

Old Mrs. Foster had enjoyed spending time with Isabelle lately because Isabelle was knowledgeable yet gentle in character- never using her status as the prime minister to exert power over them or others.

On the contrary, she treated everyone politely which won over those who originally disliked Isabel into accepting her now.

Darius' mother Karina had come downstairs at this point, along with Karina Gisselle. The two happened to hear Rory's words loud and clear.

Their previously warm smiles froze on their faces.

Karina couldn't help but speak up. "Auntie, did you come all this way just to belittle my daughter-in-law?"

Her words were extremely impolite and gave Rory no respect at all. She completely crushed the domineering aura of Rory.

Gisselle also looked a little impatient as she scrutinized Carolina. "Miss Carolina, has no one ever told you that when you're a guest in someone else's home, you should behave properly? Can't you stop staring at other women's husbands?"

Gisselle was always sharp-tongued and would pick fights with anyone who didn't please her.