Master Odell’s Secret Ex-wife novel Chapter 4

Chapter 4 Three years later.

“Oh my God, look, it’s Isabel Ross!”

“She’s even cuter in person than she is on TV!” “Little Belle, look over here! I love you!” Sylvia, who was holding Isabel in her arms, was not expecting to be immediately swarmed by people at the airport the moment she disembarked the plane.

She quickly lowered the brim of her hat and inspected her mask to see if she had worn it properly over her face. Meanwhile, safe in her arms, Isabel started making queer little gestures. She raised her little chubby hands and aimlessly pointed them at the crowd surrounding them, her cartoon-like large eyes blinking every now and then. The gathering crowd cooed. “My God! She’s so cute I could die!” “Little baby, can I be your mommy?!” A sea of fans formed in no time and a bold group of fans chased after them. Isabel waved to them and told them, “Hello, everyone, I already have a mommy! Since you’re all so young, you should all be my sisters instead.”

The group of fans who asked to be her mother responded eagerly, “Okay! We will be anything you want us to be!”

Sylvia smiled.

The little girl could have anything she wanted since she was so likable. She had merely played a filler role in a movie, but that was all it took for her fame to erupt to unprecedented proportions.

It was only with the help of the airport security guards maintaining order that Sylvia managed to emerge from the crowd.

The little girl continued waving her little chubby hands at the crowd, “Goodbye, sisters. Remember to stay safe!”

The crowd continued interacting with her.

It was only after Sylvia entered the vehicle with Isabel that things finally quietened down.

Sylvia proceeded to take off her hat and mask.

Sitting on her mother’s lap, Isabel turned her chubby cheeks to face her mother. “Mommy, I want a kiss.”

Sylvia obliged her and planted a peck on her daughter’s chubby cheeks. Isabel then pursed her lips and gave Sylvia an audible smooch on her cheeks.

This was a common occurrence between the pair of mother and daughter. After she got her kiss, Isabel turned to look outside the window, her eyes filled with wonder. “Mommy, is this where you grew up?” Sylvia suppressed the dark look in her eyes and answered with a smile, “Yes.” The little girl asked again, “So, my brother is here?” “Yes.”

“When can I meet him?” The little girl eagerly turned to her mother.

Sylvia pursed her lips and told her, “Let’s head to our new home first. Mommy will take you to see your brother soon enough.” “Okay, okay.” The little girl crawled into her mother’s embrace afterward.

Sylvia hugged her. Isabel’s body was like a ball of cotton. She rested her face against her mother’s chest and fell asleep in no time.

Sylvia turned to look outside the window.

After three years, she was back again.

She had returned here to Westchester City because Isabel had a starring role in a film. However, the main reason for her return was to see the child she had failed to protect and had to leave behind three years ago.

During that time, the toddler Isabel, who was prone to bouts of crying, had grown into a healthy child. She wondered if her other child had grown up to be as adorable as Isabel.

She doubted that Odell would treat the child poorly, but when it came to Tara…

The memory of what happened three years ago and the thought that if things had gone differently, she would have both her children with her for the past three years saddened her immensely.

The new house was located in a recently developed district, and the traffic was very smooth. It was located in a relatively quiet area and was overall a decent place to live in.

Aunt Tonya had cleaned up the place two days ago.

By the time Sylvia arrived with Isabel, Aunt Tonya had already prepared a giant feast for them.

It was nighttime by the time they finished the meal.

Sylvia entertained Isabel for a while and snuck outside after she fell asleep.

There was a historic villa in the older part of the city. It was the residence of the old Madam Carter. Today was her eightieth birthday. The parking spaces around the villa were filled with luxury cars of all models. The relatives and friends of the Carters were socializing in the bright and well-decorated yard and living

room, and the atmosphere was bustling.

In contrast to the lively atmosphere was a little boy wearing a black suit with a bow at the neckline while sitting quietly on the lawn and fiddling with a Rubik’s cube.

There appeared to be an invisible barrier surrounding him that separated him from the crowd and the noise.