Blizzard First Love and a Wife Who Finally Snaps novel Chapter 405

“That doesn’t seem to have anything to do with me.”

Isabel’s voice was cold. “He did this to himself. He can’t create this mess and then come here playing the victim. In that case, you’re no different from Mrs. Blackwell. You just phrase things more nicely, but you still essentially blame me for everything.”

“No, no, that’s not it,” Daniel said, realizing he had broken his promise. He stepped back, not daring to say more.

Isabel gestured toward the door. “Please, Mr. Blackwell.”

Adrian gave her a deep look before turning and leaving.

Daniel quickly followed him.

Isabel organized the data and then called old Mr. Foster and Oliver for dinner.

She said to Oliver, “After school tomorrow, go see your father.”

Oliver immediately grew anxious. “Mom, did I do something wrong? Please don’t send me away…”

“No,” Isabel said. “He’s still your father, and he hasn’t done anything to wrong you. Given his current situation, you can’t just keep avoiding him.”

Her conflict with Adrian was practically public knowledge, so no one could really comment on it.

But if Oliver, as his son, stayed by her side and never visited Adrian, people would eventually start talking.

Even with the Foster name protecting him, you can’t stop people from talking. There would always be moments when no one was watching, and he’d be branded with some ugly label.

“You can come back after you’ve seen him.”

Oliver relaxed. “I’ll do as you say, Mom.”

Isabel thought for a moment. “About a week should do it. Even if the wound isn’t stitched up, by then, the amputation will be done, and he’ll be on his way to a clean recovery.”

Oliver was so scared that the meatball he had just picked up fell from his fork. Although he’d never seen it, he had a vague and horrifying idea of what amputation meant.

“Mom, does amputation mean they’re going to cut off his right hand?”

“Yes.”

Oliver fell silent.

Old Mr. Foster said nothing. He figured that if the boy wanted to be a soldier, he couldn’t be afraid of a little blood. It would be good for him to get acquainted with these kinds of injuries.

***

“It’s alright, I’m used to it. You can live with one arm missing.”

But Oliver didn’t see it that way.

The encounter had shaken him deeply.

When he saw Adrian, the first thing he asked was, “Dad, are they going to amputate your right hand?”

Adrian hadn’t expected him to come. He’d thought that by staying with his mother, Oliver would forget he even had a father.

“Why do you ask that?”

Oliver said, “Mom told me to come see you for a week. She said I should visit until your amputation is done.”

Adrian’s brow furrowed. He had been happy that she’d sent their son to see him, but the second part of that sentence… While it was something she was capable of saying in her current mood, did she really have to scare the child just to make him uncomfortable?

“I’m not getting an amputation. The wound on my hand will be mostly healed in about a week.”

Oliver was relieved. “It’s good you won’t need an amputation. If you did, Dad, you’d be even less worthy of Mom.”

Adrian was speechless. Leave it to his own son.