Chapter 147

Half an hour later, in the best private room of the Starlit Tavern, when Olivia pushed the door open, she saw a large glass of juice and milk next to Isabella and wondered if this was some new trend.

But when she saw the rows of real alcohol in front of her, she finally believed that what Isabella had in her hand was real.

"Isabella, are you kidding me? Coming to a bar to drink milk and juice? Are you trying to get sleepier the more you drink?" Olivia felt helpless, wondering if this was the carefree Isabella she knew.

But from what she knew about Isabella, there was only Michael who could make her feel this miserable.

She dropped her expensive purse, walked over to Isabella, sat down, and wrapped her arm around her, asking, "Tell me, is that bad man Michael giving you trouble again? I'll find someone to teach him a lesson"

In Olivia's memory, there was almost nothing that could bring Isabella to a bar without drinking.

But now Isabella was drinking juice and milk right in front of her. Olivia didn't even know when bars started offering this service. Could it be that Isabella brought these herself?

Hearing her words,Isabella finally spoke up, "Really? What if I told you I had his child, what would you do?"

"A child!" Olivia jumped up in shock, staring at Isabella's belly. "You're not saying you already have Michael's child in your belly, are you?"

'Isn't Isabella planning to divorce Michael? How does she suddenly have his baby? This is too shocking,' Olivia thought to herself, and decided to drink to calm down.

Olivia shakily opened a bottle of wine, but before she could take a sip, Isabella said calmly, "You know I've always wanted to have a child with him, and it's also my grandpa's greatest wish."

Mentioning Daniel, Isabella felt unusually helpless.

She had always been closely monitoring Daniel's condition through the doctors. As his most valued heiress, she didn't want Daniel to have any regrets.

Since what Daniel wanted was a child, she had no reason not to fulfill that wish.

Currently, the only person around her who met this condition was Michael.

As long as they were still married, the child still knew who his father was.

Moreover, having Michael's child had long become an unshakable obsession in her heart during these three years of marriage.

Olivia put the wine back down, pursed her lips, and gathered her thoughts before speaking, "But Isabella, that's not a reason for you to have his child! You're about to get divorced. If you have a child, things will get complicated, and you and he will be entangled forever."

Olivia didn't think this matter was simple, especially since the child's father was Michael. If the child was born, Isabella would never escape his grasp for the rest of her life.

With Michael's crazy behavior, if he used the child to threaten Isabella, how could she ever start a new life? This was simply a nightmare.

She couldn't just watch Isabella walk into a trap, especially not for the second time.

"No, it won't happen!" Isabella reassured Olivia, "Don't worry, we will get divorced. Besides, it's just having a child. At worst, I'll keep it a secret from Michael from the start. As long as he doesn't know, the child will be mine alone. Besides, with the Wilson family's status and influence, it's possible to hide a child."

Olivia thought for a moment and nodded. "You're right. But have you thought about what happens when the child asks for their father in the future? And raising a child alone will be very hard."

Olivia had seen too many single mothers in the entertainment industry. Even with three or four nannies, their mother still took the brunt of it..

That kind of exhaustion was extreme, and she didn't want Isabella to go through that pain.

But Isabella had already made up her mind. "I can't think more about that right now. My grandfather's health won't hold out much longer. I want to fulfill his greatest wish soon."

If it weren't for Daniel, she wouldn't have had such a wonderful childhood and life.

She really didn't want Daniel to die with regrets. Otherwise, she would hate herself for the rest of her life if that happened.

Sensing Isabella's determination, Olivia also came around.

Since she was going to have a child, who cared who the father was? At least Michael had a good-looking face, so their child would definitely be good-looking.

Thinking about the child's cute little face, Olivia got excited. "Just so you know, when the child is born, I get to hold them first and be their godmother. Although Michael is useless, with you as a capable mom and me as a beautiful and wise godmother, how could we not raise an excellent child?"

The more Olivia talked, the more she felt she was full of virtues, almost wanting Isabella to have the child so she could take them and raise them herself.

Isabella was successfully amused by her self-praise. "Alright, as you say, As soon as the child is born, they'll recognize you as their godmother."

She knew Olivia was thinking for her benefit. After all, Michael's influence in Evergreen City was not to be underestimated.

After saying all this, Olivia suddenly thought of something. "By the way, you haven't divorced Michael yet. If you really have a child, not just Michael, but even Mr. Aiden Brown won't let you go, right? At that time, won't they fight us for the child?"

Mentioning Aiden, Isabella felt somewhat guilty.

And Michael would never let his child be left out, so she had already thought of a plan.

The child was hers, and she didn't plan to tell Michael.

Even if she got pregnant, it would be after their divorce.

If he really suspected something, she would leave before he found out.

She would go to a place where he could never find her and live quietly with the child.

But she couldn't tell Olivia this. Not only would she worry, but if she told her uncles, her plan would be ruined.

"I've got it all arranged, don't worry." Isabella quickly changed the subject. "Olivia, I sent you an invitation for my birthday a few days ago. Why didn't you come?"

Hearing this question, Olivia immediately showed a guilty and apologetic expression.

She completely forgot about the previous topic. "Isabella, I'm sorry, you have to forgive me. It's all my agent's fault. She signed me up for a commercial shoot, and I had to attend the event. Otherwise, it would be disrespectful to the brand. By the time it was over, the investors insisted on dragging me to a dinner party. By the time I got there, your birthday party was already over. I was so anxious I cried at the hotel entrance."