Blizzard First Love and a Wife Who Finally Snaps novel Chapter 389

Isabel arranged her cards and said, “There are plenty of grounds for me to sue him for divorce. And since he can’t move right now, signing the papers wouldn’t be an issue. The problem is he refuses to budge. As long as he doesn’t agree, this divorce is never happening.”

Since it was the New Year, Julian didn’t press the topic further after hearing her explanation.

Slowly, Miles started to notice something was wrong.

“Hey, buddy, are you sitting next to me just to see my cards for your wife’s sake?”

“I keep giving her the winning card. I’ve almost lost my shirt here.”

Julian reached over, played a card from Miles's hand, and Isabel won again with a flush.

And it was a card Miles had needed.

Miles was speechless.

“Fine, fine,” Miles said with a frustrated laugh.

Julian slapped him hard on the back. “Isabel is your cousin. What’s wrong with giving her some money? You have so much of it and you’re not even dating anyone. You can’t take it with you when you die, can you?”

“And remember to invest in your cousin’s research after the holiday.”

“He doesn’t need to,” Evelyn interjected. “I have enough money to support Isabel. I should have priority.”

Julian said, “Whatever she develops will be for the country. What’s the use of having priority? She won’t sell it to private capital. The price would be astronomical, and ordinary people wouldn’t be able to afford it.”

“It’s not like only the poor get sick, right?” Evelyn said, discarding a card. “Isabel said she wants to research hereditary cancers and focus on prevention. Hereditary conditions can affect anyone, rich or poor.”

“Everyone should invest,” Julian said. “The more, the merrier.”

He was about to play another of Miles’s cards when Miles cried out, “I don’t mind losing money to my cousin, but can you at least let me enjoy the game a little? Just let me win one hand.”

***

While things were cheerful at the hotel, the hospital was desolate.

Mrs. Blackwell, who had been furious with Adrian before the New Year, hadn’t come to visit him even though she knew he was hospitalized.

Catherine and Alexander had come, but Adrian had sent them away.

Only Daniel remained, dutifully feeding him his meals.

“What are they doing?”

Daniel sighed, deciding to be more direct. “If you hadn't agreed back then, she couldn’t have forced anything.”

“Exactly. So if she doesn’t agree now, I can’t force her either.”

Daniel was speechless.

He didn’t know what else to say. The situation was obvious. Isabel had never truly forced the issue; whether it was getting married or getting divorced, Adrian was the one doing the forcing.

***

At the family estate.

Mrs. Blackwell hadn’t gone to see Adrian, but she was worried. She went to discuss the matter with old Mrs. Blackwell.

“He can’t stay paralyzed like this forever. Weren’t you always good to her? And she was grateful to you. Can’t you go talk to her?”

Old Mrs. Blackwell fingered her prayer beads. “I’ve said enough. I can’t control your son.”

Mrs. Blackwell was about to blame her again for letting Adrian marry Isabel in the first place.