Chapter 375

Isabella raised an eyebrow but didn't say anything. Instead, she took the milk from Renee's hand and motioned for her to open it herself.

"Is it okay?" Renee hesitated, waving her hand.

The invitation was meant for Isabella. How could she read it?

Isabella chuckled, "Go ahead, take a look. There's a surprise inside."

If her guess was right, this invitation was deliberately sent by Bianca.

Inviting Michael? It was just a show for Isabella.

Last night, Michael and Bianca were all over each other. Did they really need an invitation to meet?

And Bianca had specifically written Michael's name. Clearly, she was provoking Isabella.

She wanted to see if Isabella would dare to show up!

Hearing Isabella's words, Renee didn't refuse anymore. She picked up the invitation from the table and opened it.

The first thing she saw were two familiar names: Michael and Bianca.

Renee was smart. She didn't need Isabella to explain to understand the purpose of this invitation.

Besides, she had worked under Bianca before and knew how ruthless she could be. Bianca was a complete maniac.

"Ms. Taylor, this is obviously a trap set by Bianca. Are you really going to go?"

Isabella's name wasn't even on the invitation. Bianca clearly wanted her to witness something unpleasant.

Isabella's health hadn't fully recovered yet. If she got upset over Michael again, it would only harm her.

And Bianca would be the one laughing behind her back.

But the choice was ultimately Isabella's. Renee couldn't interfere directly.

Seeing the worry in Renee's eyes, Isabella put down her cup and said nonchalantly, "Who said I was going?"

She had no interest in witnessing such a disgusting scene.

She was already planning to divorce Michael. If Bianca wanted him, she could have him.

"So, what should we do with this?" Renee gestured to the invitation in her hand. Even if Isabella wasn't going, should they inform Michael?

After all, the invitation was addressed to him.

What if Michael didn't receive it and blamed Isabella?

"That's easy. Leave it to me."

Isabella took the invitation from Renee and swiftly tore it up. The once intact invitation was now just a pile of scraps.

With a trash can nearby, Isabella promptly threw the pieces away.

"Problem solved!"

Renee was momentarily stunned, then couldn't help but laugh.

Classic Isabella, not taking Bianca's tricks seriously. If Bianca saw this, she'd probably be furious.

After dealing with the mess, Isabella went back to her room, washed her hands, and sat on the chaise lounge by the window, picking up a document to read.

It was Michael's response to the divorce terms.

Although she had entrusted Thomas with the matter, she had personally written most of the agreement.

She wanted to sever all ties with Michael.

But despite this, Michael had refused to sign, citing various reasons.

He had even told Thomas that he would only discuss the divorce terms with her in person, otherwise, he wouldn't agree to the divorce.

Isabella found it ridiculous.

At this point, did Michael really think she was just using the divorce to spite him?

She had returned all the shares given by the Brown Family, yet he still couldn't see her determination?

Knowing this was Michael's way of forcing her to show up, Isabella couldn't help but feel affected.

Why did he get to decide whether they divorced or not? When she had begged him for a child, what had he done?

He had said he didn't want to be intimate with her, that he felt nothing for her.

Now that she had finally given up on him, he kept changing his mind.

Did he think she had no temper?

Isabella picked up a pen and added a clause to the agreement: she only wanted the shares the Wilson Family had given at the time of their marriage. She would give up everything from the Brown Family and refused to meet Michael.

After finishing, Isabella sealed the documents and handed them to the bodyguard outside, instructing him to deliver them to Thomas.

Then, she prepared to leave.

The bodyguard followed closely, and Isabella frowned, "You don't need to follow me. I'm just going out for a walk. I'll be back soon."

"But Ms. Taylor, Mr. Atticus Wilson instructed us to always accompany you when you go out."

Since Isabella's kidnapping and miscarriage, Atticus had become overly protective.

Especially recently, he had tripled the security around her.

Yesterday, if she hadn't been meeting Emilio, she wouldn't allowed to go out.

She understood her uncles' care and concern, but she just wanted some time alone now, without anyone following her.

Especially since she was heading to her secret spot.

She didn't want anyone to know about it.

So, she refused the bodyguard's company.

"No need. Today, no one follows me. I just want to be alone."

The bodyguard was terrified, "Ms. Taylor, if you go out alone and Mr. Atticus Wilson finds out, he'll be furious. Maybe we should inform him first."

Unexpectedly, Isabella gave him a calm but firm look.

"If I needed Uncle Atticus's permission to leave, why would I ask you?"

She just wanted the basic freedom to go out. Was that too much to ask?

"But..."

The bodyguard was in a tough spot. On one side was Isabella, who was under strict protection, and on the other was the formidable Atticus. He couldn't afford to offend either.

"Ms. Taylor, we can't disobey Mr. Atticus Wilson's orders."

"I understand. So, I'll just be out for a bit. Get me a car, and I'll be back soon. It won't affect your job."

Her secret spot was in the city, a bit far from the Wilson Family estate.

She couldn't walk or take a cab, as it would draw too much attention. The safest and quickest way was to drive a regular car.

She just wanted to sit there quietly for a while, even if it was just outside.

She had promised herself not to go there again, but when she felt overwhelmed, it was the only place that felt like her own.

Just sitting there calmed her down.

The bodyguard was at a loss, unsure of what to do, when Renee's voice came from behind, "Ms. Taylor, there you are. I've been looking for you."

Isabella didn't want anyone to know about this, so she waved the bodyguard away, "You can go now."

Seeing the bodyguard's hesitant look, Isabella sighed, "I'll explain to Uncle Atticus. He won't blame you. We'll talk about the car later."