Chapter 139

Aaron nodded frantically, realizing that Isabella on the other end of the phone couldn't see the scene, and cried out his grievances. "They didn't just come; they even hit Mr. Brown just now. The sound was terrifying even from outside. You know Mr. Brown is injured. Mrs. Brown, you should come over. If this continues, I'm afraid someone might get killed."

Isabella was more aware than anyone of Michael's injuries. But why did her uncles go to his company?

With a bad feeling, Isabella couldn't think about anything else, quickly hung up, changed her clothes, and drove to the Brown Group.

In the CEO's office, after hearing Michael's words, the Wilsons' sons were first shocked, then quickly realized this was a trap set specifically for Isabella.

And the person who set the trap was none other than Michael, sitting right in front of them.

In order to tie Isabella to him, he used the entire Brown Group as bait. Michael was a deeply scheming and highly skilled person; Isabella could never outmatch him.

They could no longer suppress their anger and raised their fists to hit him.

"I can't take it anymore. I have to beat him up today to avenge Isabella!"

"Exactly, let's get him. Michael will only behave if we beat him up. How dare he bully Isabella like this? Does he think we're air?"

"Who cares about your money? Hit him!"

For the first time, they wanted to beat someone up so badly. They stood up and aimed their punches at Michael's face.

Michael instinctively tried to dodge but heard Aaron shout "Mrs. Brown" from outside. The voice was small, but he heard it clearly, knowing Isabella had arrived.

She had just started to change her opinion of him. If she came in and saw him hitting her five uncles, she would probably be so angry that she wouldn't speak to him again.

But if he was the one being hit, and the ones hitting him were her five uncles, would she feel a bit of pity for him?

Thinking of this, Michael lowered his raised arm and let them fists land on him.

Punch after punch, the Wilsons' sons showed no mercy.

Accidentally hitting his wound, Michael's face turned pale with pain.

At that moment, the door was kicked open, and Isabella, in a pure white coat, appeared in front of everyone with a commanding presence.

Seeing Michael being beaten, she couldn't believe her eyes. "Uncles, what are you doing? Five against one?"

Her five uncles, who had built successful careers on their own and were mature and steady, were now pressing a sick Michael onto the couch and hitting him?

She had personal grievances with Michael, and the divorce was her own decision.

But the Wilson Family and the Brown Family were two top families. If things got out of hand, could the Wilson Family escape unscathed?

She didn't believe her uncles didn't understand this, but she also knew why her uncles were here.

Isabella sighed. Even though her uncles meant well, if they really hurt Michael, it would be a big problem.

She stepped forward and pulled away Atticus and the others, then used her frail body to shield Michael.

"Uncle Atticus, stop hitting him. If you keep going, he won't survive." Isabella bit her lip, her eyes turning red, though she knew her uncles meant well.

Michael was like a poison to her. She knew that even a little contact would cause her immense pain, but she couldn't help wanting to be close to him.

She thought that maybe this was her fate. No matter how much she rejected him or gave up on him, she still had feelings for Michael.

Seeing this, Atticus and the others sighed.

They knew Isabella's temperament better than anyone. When she loved someone, she did so wholeheartedly, even if it meant getting hurt.

But what angered them more was that Michael was truly detestable.

He clearly didn't love Isabella, yet he refused to let her go. Now that Isabella had finally decided to leave, he used the interests of both families to bind her.

A man like Michael didn't deserve to stay by Isabella's side.

But at this moment, Michael, who had been beaten to the point of being unable to fight back, was holding his wound with one hand and gently tugging Isabella's sleeve with the other. "Isabella, I'm fine. Don't blame your uncles; they mean well. They are elders and can hit me if they want."

Hearing that, they eyes widened, and realized Michael was really good at acting.

Holden's fists clenched as he pointed at Michael and Isabella. "Isabella, don't believe him. He's just pretending to gain your sympathy so you won't bring up the divorce."

Michael pointed to the wounds on his face, his pale face looking innocent. "Uncle Holden, these are real injuries. What am I pretending?"

"I think you just need another beating!" Holden couldn't stand his hypocritical act and was about to punch him again, but Atticus stopped him with a look. "Holden, enough."

As a long-time leader, Atticus saw through Michael's little tricks at a glance.

They had already acted; arguing further would only provide more evidence for Michael.

But facing Isabella, they felt guilty. Atticus explained, "Isabella, this is all a misunderstanding."

Isabella took a deep breath, shook her head, and told them not to say anything more. "Uncle Atticus, I know you care about me, which is why you came here despite your status. But I really don't want to drag you into these troubles. Between Michael and me... can we handle it ourselves? Don't do anything foolish again. Grandpa will blame you if he finds out."

By the end, Isabella was almost in tears. She was heartbroken for her uncles and angry at herself for being so weak. If her uncles clashed with Michael again, she would be in a difficult position.

The usually imposing Wilsons' sons couldn't say a word when they saw Isabella so distressed, feeling both sad and guilty.

They had scared Isabella by putting her in the awkward situation, realizing they had indeed been impulsive today.

Before doing this, they should have thought about the consequences for Isabella.

Seeing that both sides had calmed down, Isabella stood up, turned to Michael, and said, "I apologize on behalf of my uncles for what happened today. I hope you can keep this from Grandpa. And one more thing, I love my uncles very much. If you dare to retaliate against them, I won't stand by."

Michael's initially smiling face slowly turned serious at her last words.

He thought she was protecting him because she cared about him, but it turned out she was just afraid he would retaliate against her uncles.

The light in his eyes dimmed, and Michael pressed his wound, saying nothing more.