Chapter 98
This is So Ugly!
The more Victoria Roscente thought about it, the angrier she became.
Her chest heaved violently.
Olivia Lopez's words pierced her heart like needles.
She suddenly broke into a run, chasing after them.
This was completely out of character for her.
She had always looked down on people who couldn't take a hint.
Yet now, she had become one of them.
Hearing the footsteps, Olivia turned around.
She raised an eyebrow. "What? Not done yelling?"
Victoria's face was dark with rage. "Birds of a feather! You and Sophia Sullivan are both utterly classless!"
Olivia instantly saw red.
She could insult her all she wanted, but not Sophia.
"Shut your mouth, you old hag!"
"Did I say something wrong? She was with my son for six years and never got pregnant. She's nothing but a barren hen!"
Olivia sneered. "Maybe the problem is your son? He's constantly smoking and drinking, a regular at the hospital. I suggest you take him for a check-up before it's too late for regrets—"
She glanced meaningfully at Isabella Langley's stomach.
Isabella's face paled instantly. "Ethan is the only man I've ever been with. This child is definitely his..."
Victoria exploded. "How dare you curse my son? I'll tear your mouth apart!"
Olivia rolled up her sleeves. "Bring it on! Let's see who tears whose!"
Sophia quickly pulled Olivia back.
Seeing this, Isabella's eyes flickered.
She suddenly let out a sharp cry.
Her whole body went limp as she collapsed onto the ground.
"My stomach... it hurts so much..."
Victoria immediately panicked.
Forgetting about Olivia, she crouched down. "Isabella, are you okay? Is the baby alright?"
Tears welled in Isabella's eyes. "I think so... I just don't know why Sophia pushed me..."
Victoria glared furiously at Sophia. "You can't have a child yourself, so you try to harm someone else's? How vile!"
Sophia's expression remained blank.
She had seen everything clearly.
When Isabella fell, one hand protected her stomach, the other broke her fall. It was an obvious fake.
The acting was terribly clumsy.
She couldn't even fake pain convincingly.
Sophia spoke calmly. "Since you accused me of pushing you, I shouldn't be blamed for nothing."
She reached a hand toward Isabella.
Isabella shrank back in fear. "It was my carelessness... It has nothing to do with Sophia..."
Victoria was half-convinced, half-doubting. "Are you sure you're okay? We should still get it checked to be safe."
Isabella shook her head repeatedly. "Really, it's not necessary, ma'am. Let's just go back."
She didn't dare risk anything happening to the baby.
Victoria finally relented.
She helped Isabella to her feet.
Olivia snorted in derision. "The theatrics are strong with this one."
Victoria shot her a venomous look before leading Isabella away.
Olivia stamped her foot in frustration. "You shouldn't have stopped me!"
Sophia smiled reassuringly. "She's not worth getting angry over."
"Come on, let me buy you dinner to calm your nerves."
Olivia immediately slung an arm around her. "I want the most expensive place!"
"Fine, fine, anything you want."
...
Inside the car.
Victoria looked over the medical report, a smile tugging at her lips.
The doctor said the fetus was very healthy.
Isabella watched her expression, feeling slightly relieved.
This was her first time meeting Victoria.
Ethan Roscente had never been willing to talk about his family.
She only knew they were very wealthy.
After he broke up with her, she had pulled every string to get in touch with Victoria.
Fortunately, the other party placed great importance on this child.
Isabella took out a prepared gift.
She smiled sweetly. "Ma'am, this is a small token of my appreciation."
Victoria was somewhat surprised.
She hadn't expected a gift.
She seemed more thoughtful than Sophia.
She accepted the box with a smile.
The moment she opened it, her smile froze.
Inside was a hand-knitted scarf.
The stitches were crooked and uneven.
The color combination was also very strange.
Victoria suppressed her distaste. "You made this yourself?"
Isabella nodded. "I hope you like it."
Victoria was speechless.
Sophia used to gift her designer silk scarves.
Nothing as shabby as this.
She clearly had access to his credit card, yet she gave this... trash?
Isabella asked cautiously, "You don't like it? I thought something handmade would show more sincerity."
Remembering she was carrying her grandson, Victoria forced a smile. "I like it. It's the thought that counts."
Isabella said happily, "Then I'll knit you one every year from now on!"
Victoria's vision went dark.
She absolutely did not want to receive another one of these hideous things.