Chapter 196 Are You Pregnant?
Do you think we would just arrest people without evidence?”
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The officer’s words struck Laurel and Kaleb with a sudden force, causing their minds to freeze in shock. For a full ten seconds, the two of them stood still, their minds struggling to comprehend the gravity of the situation. Slowly, their gazes shifted to Eva.
At that moment. Eva’s face had drained of all color, her pupils wide with surprise and fear.
“Eva… did you really do this?” Kaleb asked, his voice trembling with disbelief as he locked eyes with her. Laurel’s gaze was no less intense. “Eva, tell me the truth. Did you do this?”
Eva stood there on the verge of tears, overwhelmed and caught completely off guard. She never imagined her plan would unravel like this.
Before she could gather her thoughts or respond to Kaleb and Laurel, the officer stepped forward, slapping handcuffs on her wrists with a finality that made her heart sink.
Iwas in that moment that Eva finally broke, sobbing uncontrollably.
“N–no, it wasn’t me. I didn’t … I didn’t do it!”
The officer’s voice was cold and unwavering. “Get in the car.”
*Eva had always known how to manipulate Isabel with cruelty and deception, but when confronted by a law
enforcement officer, she was too terrified to try her usual tricks.
She was swiftly taken away in the police car.
Isabel, standing off to the side, snapped a picture of the scene and sent it to Beowulf.
“What are you doing? Why are you taking pictures? You’re so cold–blooded!” Laurel exclaimed, unable to hide her disbelief at how Isabel was making the situation worse for Eva, who was already in serious trouble.
“Yep, that’s right. I learned it from Eva. She hurt me first, so now I’m giving her a taste of her own medicine,” Isabel replied nonchalantly, unbothered by Laurel’s reaction.
Laurel’s face twisted with outrage. “You’re so … How can you be so shameless? Actually admitting to your wickedness? Thank goodness my son has good taste and dumped you, or you’d be part of the Johnson family by now!” Her finger shook in anger as she pointed at Isabel, her voice barely contained.
Isabel scoffed lightly. “Yeah, your son’s great–really great. Great enough to send his fiancée to the police
station.”
Laurel’s face twisted with shock and fury, her emotions flitting from one extreme to the next in an instant.
After a long silence, she turned on Kaleb, who had been standing quietly, lost in thought/“This is all your fault! If you hadn’t been involved with Isabel, would Eva have done something like this? Jealousy among women is the most dangerous thing. Don’t you see? Eva may act like she doesn’t care, but she loves you,
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Isabel rolled her eyes, but it was a lazy, nearing gene the kind only someone who felt compledy unaffected could make.
It’s true, isn’t it? When you like someone, everything about them seems perfect. When you don’t nothing they do feels right.
She and Eva were the perfect examples–one was loved one was not
Either way, she had achieved her goal: Eva was behind bars, her reputation in nion, dragged through the mud in front of millions of online users.
“Isa, come inside. I made a fruit platter, Reggie called from the door
Reggie had noticed Isabel standing there and had given her space to finish dealing with the situation. Now that she was done, he wanted to offer a little comfort with the fruit platter he had prepared
Isabel looked at Reggie, feeling like he was her source of light. “Coming” she replied, her face lighting up at the warmth in Reggie’s voice.
He reached out to ruffle her hair, and she leaned into the gesture, grateful for the simple kindness.
“Did you put my favorite oranges in there?” Isabel asked her voice playful
“Of course. Go ahead and change your shoes and come inside. The weather’s getting worse. They’re predicting snow in the next couple of days, so make sure you bundle up when you head out”
“I saw the forecast too. They’re saying it’ll start snowing lightly today, but definitely by tomorrow. Maybe the day after, we can build a snowman!”
The scene outside the door, full of warmth and affection, caught Kaleb’s attention. A strange ache filled his chest as he watched Isabel smile so freely, so genuinely
It had been so long since he had seen that kind of innocent joy, and it reminded him of the times when she used to smile at him like that.
But now that smile was no longer for him. And in that moment, an unfamiliar emptiness washed over him.
Laurel’s voice suddenly snapped him back to reality, harsh and accusing.
“Look at them! These two siblings–Eva’s been taken by the police, and they’re still acting like nothing’s wrong. They really are the worst!”
Kaleb frowned deeply as he tried to make sense of the turmoil building inside him
“I just don’t understand. How did Isabel get involved with that heir from the D’Meria Group, the owner of
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Villa No. 7 Laurel spar, her tone venomous
To her, Beowulf was the owner of Villa No. 7.
“That Isabel must have seduced him, or maybe even dogged him to get him to fall for her. There’s no other explanation for it. He’s the heir of DYMeria Group for God’s sake, and the’s just a where
Her words grew more bitter, and Kaleb reached his breaking point.
“Mom, Mr. Lynch and Isabel are not like that. She’s not with Mr. Lynch, she married someone with the last
name Bennett.
“Stop it already. A lowlife like Isabel could never get close to Mr. Lynch, let alone win his heart. The Lynch family would never accept someone like her, and neither would the Johnsons!”
Kaleb’s chest tightened, but what could he say? Laurel was his mother.
“Mom, you should head back. I’m heading to the police station.”
“Okay, bring Eva back. She must be feeling really sad and lonely right now,” Laurel said, her voice softening with concern.
I will.”
Back at Villa No. 7, Isabel was casually nibbling on the fruit platter while scrolling through Twitter.
The platform was overflowing with nasty comments about Eva.
“Wow, I can’t believe how much gossip there is. Just the other day, I thought Isabel was really a call girl, but now it turns out it was her rival who set this whole thing up.”
“It’s really shifted my worldview. If this is true, then the guy from Johnson Group is a piece of work! Instead of standing by his fiancée when she was attacked, he’s getting cozy with the one who hurt her.”
“Total scumbag! And Eva is just a homewrecker! She climbed the social ladder as a mistress, and she even did such a thing to ruin Isabel’s reputation. What a ruthless move!”
Amidst the angry comments, a few trolls–hired by Beowulf–were stirring up even more trouble.
Suddenly, Isabel’s phone rang. It was Beowulf. “Boss, how are you feeling?”
“You did amazing! I’ll take you out to dinner when I get a chance. Ugh-” Isabel suddenly felt a wave of
nausea.
Beowulf froze when he heard her gagging. “Wait
are you
…
pregnant?”
“Pregnant? No way! My stomach’s just upset.” Isabel rolled her eyes, though her thoughts were already racing.
