The Invisible Wife Turned Savage novel Chapter 228

Heh. She simply refused to accept that Chris could slip from her control.

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Lana and Selene paid a visit to Estella.

Estella had already caught wind of the news about Isabelle through an online article.

Selene smirked. “Turns out it was Isabelle who ordered someone to smear you. We were still plotting how to get back at her, but looks like she ended up ruining herself. Evil really does get its just desserts.”

Estella let out a weary sigh, the thought of Isabelle’s relentless attacks weighing heavily on her mind.

All this chaos had its roots in Nathaniel.

Had Nathaniel not persisted in clinging to her, Isabelle might never have targeted her in the first place.

So, in truth, Nathaniel was the one responsible for all this.

When Estella was finally discharged from the hospital, Nathaniel came to visit her.

“Estella, let me drive you home,” he offered.

Her wrist was still wrapped in fresh bandages. The instant she saw Nathaniel, she snatched the coffee from Selene’s hand and flung it straight into his face.

Nathaniel wiped the coffee away, his expression a mix of shock and helplessness.

“Are you angry? I only came because I wanted to help you,” he said quietly.

A cold smile twisted Estella’s lips. “I know Isabelle paid people to ruin my reputation. She did it because of you. That means I got dragged into this mess all because of you. Nathaniel, you disgust me.”

Nathaniel’s face tightened, unwilling to accept her accusation.

“You’re blaming me for Isabelle’s actions? Estella, I’m innocent.”

Estella fixed him with a sharp glare. “If you weren’t so two-faced, would Isabelle even have come after me? Nathaniel, try being a decent human being for once. Stop pulling others down with you.”

As she finished speaking, Selene shot Nathaniel a furious middle finger.

Without another word, Estella and Selene walked out of the hospital together.

Nathaniel stood there, seething with anger, biting back curses. There was nothing he could do about Estella.

He found Isabelle unbearably irritating, yet, paradoxically, he still needed her.

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Back at Estella’s apartment, Selene helped unpack the bags she had brought from the hospital.

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It was just past one in the morning.

Estella opened the fridge to put away the fruit and milk she had just purchased.

Noticing the wilted, decaying vegetables inside, she pulled them out to clean.

She then opened the freezer and was taken aback.

“Estella, your freezer’s packed to the brim,” Selene remarked.

Tonight, he wore a formal tailcoat suit, his hair slicked back neatly. A faint scent of alcohol clung to him, evidence of a recent banquet.

Estella eyed him carefully. “You’ve been drinking? Should I make you something to help?”

Jonathan gave a sheepish smile. “I do smell like alcohol. Maybe I shouldn’t come in. I’ll see you tomorrow instead.”

“It’s fine. Come in,” Estella insisted, pulling him inside.

Jonathan’s gaze fell on her bandaged wrist, eyes filled with concern. “Forget it. I didn’t drink much, I’m not drunk. Don’t worry about me. Let’s just sit and talk.”

Estella thought for a moment. “I think I still have some oral remedy here. Wait, I’ll get it for you.”

She went to fetch the medicine.

When she returned, Jonathan was on the phone, his expression darkening.

“What’s wrong?” Estella asked.

Jonathan frowned. “A friend of mine wants to see me…”

Estella rarely saw him look so exhausted. “You two don’t get along?”

“Not exactly. We were college roommates — top bunk, bottom bunk. It’s just… he’s loud.”

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The night stretched on quietly, the tension between past and present hanging in the air.