Blizzard First Love and a Wife Who Finally Snaps novel Chapter 362

Finally, Adrian broke the silence. “About your right hand…”

“I’ve consulted a top specialist from abroad. He’s coming to take a look at you in a couple of days.”

“Old Mr. Reed is skilled, but he specializes in traditional methods. Modern medicine might have a better approach.”

Isabel laughed, a cold, bitter sound.

She finally spoke. “Why don’t you smash your own right hand, let it get corroded by chemicals, and then go find that specialist of yours. If he can fix you, then you can come and talk to me.”

“At the time…” Adrian’s throat bobbed. “I didn’t know…”

Isabel pulled her hand away from his. “Since Selena is so important to you, why the sudden silence this time?”

“You made a move on Julian, so Kate Caldwell will definitely go after Selena. If you don’t divorce me soon, Selena won’t be able to help you save anyone.”

“I don’t have to save…”

His phone rang, cutting him off. Isabel had no desire to hear what he had to say anyway.

No matter what he said.

Everything had already happened, and it was irreversible.

She answered the phone.

“Hello.”

“It’s me.”

Isabel breathed a sigh of relief. “How are you?”

Julian chuckled. “It takes more than that to kill me.”

He asked, “What about you? Are you okay? Do you need me to ride in like a knight in shining armor to save you?”

Isabel managed a small smile. “You could ride in and pick me up, though.”

“I’ve figured out a way.”

“Yeah?”

Hearing the tone of her voice, Julian guessed she couldn't speak freely. “Alright, I’ll spend the next couple of days recovering. I wouldn’t want to be too weak and fall off my horse.”

“You’d better rest up,” Isabel said, her tone serious and full of concern. “Don’t go running around if you don’t have to.”

“Okay, but only if you give me a kiss. Then I’ll listen to you.”

Isabel was speechless, but she still made a kissing sound into the phone.

He had seen her reactions with his own eyes.

“You can stop caring, but since you chose to marry me, divorcing me to marry someone else is impossible.”

Isabel scoffed. “Whether it’s possible or not isn’t up to you.”

She pushed past him and went into the bathroom.

Adrian’s lips pressed into a thin line. A few seconds later, he left the guest room.

Alen called again.

Less than twenty-four hours to go.

“Where’s Selena?”

Adrian stood on the balcony, staring into the endless night.

Isabel had left him deeply agitated, and his voice was as cold as winter.

Two sharp, clipped words came out. “She’s dead.”

There was a long silence on Alen’s end, then a sudden laugh. He asked, “Adrian, are you sure about this? Choosing Isabel over Third Brother?”