Chapter 732

Chapter 732

Isabelle defended herself, "We are a married couple and sleeping

together is perfectly normal.”

"Are you kidding me? You think that man is my son? I'm telling you, it

wasn't! You already had sex with that man when my son entered the

room!"

Mrs. Bentley scolded harshly, "On the night of my son's wedding, you

cuckolded him and humiliated him. You heartless woman."

She cried and cursed at the same time, "Everyone, my son wanted to

stop that stranger, but what happened? The man ran away!"

"How is that possible?"

Isabelle’s mind was blank, with Mrs. Bentley's grating voice ringing in

her ears. "No, it can't be. It's not... that man is clearly Tucker."

"Do you really think you're innocent?" Mrs. Bentley sneered, "You

cheated on my son, and you won't even admit it after all these years.

The Bentley family has been swallowing our pride for your sake; we

haven't held it against you. But now you want to escape from the

Bentley family.”

"You daughter, Bethany, is not my son's at all."

Isabelle’'s body swayed and tears streamed down her cheeks. She

collapsed onto the ground, completely exhausted. There was no trace

of the strong facade she had put up just moments before.

She'd always assumed it was with Tucker having sex with her that

night.

To this day she vaguely remembers the faint smell of alcohol on the

man's body and his great body with his pecs and that sexy mermaid

line.

The man was not at all gentle that night, he was rampant in the dark,

but full of male extreme charm.

She thought that... it was Tucker.

But later, she inadvertently found Tucker's average body shape,

wondering how he was out of shape.

However, since that night, Tucker never touched her again, and he beat

and kicked her, and he was also violent towards his daughter.

Not to mention the attitude of her parents-in-law, which was extremely

bad.

She tried hard to please everyone in the Bentley family, and endured

Tucker's rudeness towards her.

Obviously, the man on the wedding night took her passionately the

whole night. Then why did he show no interest in her later?

Over these years, Tucker had never slept with her again, and would

rather have sex with any other woman than her. It turned out that she

had been raped on the wedding night.

Her tears kept flowing, and her heart seemed to shatter into countless

pieces that could never be put back together again.

Pain, despair, and madness come crashing down on her. She is like a

fallen leaf in the ocean, always at risk of being swept away by the

waves.

No matter how many times she tells herself she must be strong and

become as strong as Sylvia.

However, faced with this cruel reality, she still felt despair, pain and

confusion.

She doesn't even know who the biological father of her own daughter

is.

Her daughter is a bastard.

She covered her face and cried out in pain.

Mrs. Bentley looked at her disheveled appearance, and the anger in

her heart seemed to have finally dissipated. Her face immediately

showed a smug expression, looking extremely pleased.

“Isabelle, if you have any shame, you'd better run headlong into the

ground right now, and I'll admire you for it."

As she spoke, she looked back at the President. "Since she claimed

that she has nothing to do with our Bentley family, does it mean that

you, Mr. President, need to compensate us for her infidelity during

marriage?"

Anyway, since her son is in jail, the Bentley family doesn't have much of

a future. She might as well extort some fortune from the President.

The President frowned at her insatiable expression, feeling extremely

annoyed.

Stepping forward, he raised HIS hand and was about to slap Isabelle,

"Bitch, disgrace!”

However, his wrist was firmly controlled by a powerful hand.

The President looked up in surprise and saw a tall man with handsome

features, especially his pitch-black eyes that exuded an extreme

coldness, as if they were from the polar ice caps.

He exclaimed in surprise, "Mr. Foster?"

Harold was also shocked as he looked at the man, Darius Foster, the

CEO of Northwind Airlines?

How did he get here?

Darius shrugged off the President's arm and remained silent.

Instead, he walked to Isabelle and slowly crouched down, instead

reaching out his large dry palm towards the tearful woman sitting on her

knees.

Isabelle stared blankly at the handsome man in front of her, he was so

good looking, a pair of charming eyes flooded with a hint of seductive

sexiness, his lips pursed into a straight line, and it could be seen that

he was in a very bad mood at this time.

Who is he? Why was he looking at her with such tender eyes? Never in

her life had any man looked at her with such gentle and loving eyes.

She was a little overwhelmed and a little scared and doubtful.

Just then, she heard the man's pleasant and soothing voice say, "With

me here, no one can bully you."