Chapter 737

Chapter 737

The President was seething with anger. He had made the first move to

reconcile with Isabelle, but this stubborn woman acted aloof. Did she

expect him to kneel and beg for forgiveness? He had extended an olive

branch, and yet she refused to take it.

He was fuming, but in front of Darius and Franklin, he dared not do

anything rash. All he could do was rub his hands together awkwardly

and say, "Isabelle, we're still family. Blood is thicker than water."

“You're right," Isabelle replied coolly. "We have pitiful blood ties left

between us. You can go back to your stepson now; I'm just a daughter

you can forget about."

With that said, she walked away without looking back.

Darius watched her leave with a smirk on his lips before following after

her.

Sylvia shook her head in disappointment as she watched the drama

unfold before her eyes.

The President's face turned red with embarrassment as he tried to

salvage the situation but failed miserably.

In the speeding car, Isabelle sat next to a powerful man who exuded an

intimidating aura. She didn't dare move or breathe too loudly for fear of

angering him.

He could destroy the Bentley family with just a snap of his fingers; what

chance did an insignificant woman like herself have against him?

Even though she had accepted that he was Bethany's biological father,

Isabelle couldn't help feeling lost and scared about what might happen

next.

Would he try to take custody of Bethany away from her? If so, there

was no way she could win against him in court or anywhere else for

that matter.

Her mind raced uncontrollably until his deep voice broke the silence

inside the car. "Do you want to come back with me to H Rovirsa or stay

here?"

Isabelle looked up at him in shock - did he just ask for her opinion? It

seemed like he respected her after all...

Darius looked at Isabelle sitting far away from him, admiring her

exquisite figure and delicate face. Her long eyelashes covered her

eyelids, complemented by a small nose and pointed chin, forming an

extremely youthful appearance.

She was very pretty, especially pretty.

After hearing his voice, she suddenly looked up, her eyes resembling

those of a deer, with a hint of disbelief and mixed with fear.

He knew he shouldn't scare her, but he couldn't help himself. He was

somewhat out of control.

Especially when he thought of the hardships and sufferings she had

gone through.

A surge of rage would swell up inside his chest, an urge to obliterate

the entire world. He wished for those who had ever mistreated her to

pay a heavy price.

"Why aren't you speaking? If you don't want to come back to H Rovirsa

with me, the three of us can stay here. Don't you want to be an anchor?

I can buy the TV station right now."

Darius deliberately slowed down his speech, as if afraid of scaring her.

Upon hearing his words, Isabelle's face immediately changed. “No, it's

not necessary. Don't buy..."

She pressed down the palpitation in her heart and said, "Mr. Foster, are

you only temporarily staying with me because of Bethany? I know I

don't have money and there's a world of difference between us. If you

want her custody, I'm too powerless to resist. But... Bethany and I have

been relying on each other for so many years. I can't bear to be

separated from her. Please don't take Bethany away from me, can

you?

“I will work hard to earn money and take good care of her. I will

definitely be a responsible mother."

Upon hearing her words, Darius's handsome face darkened. What was

she even saying?

Was it because he didn't express himself clearly or something else?

How could she think that he would separate them and take their

daughter away from her?

Darius exuded a chilling coldness that sent shivers down one's spine.

Feeling the emotional changes of the man beside her, Isabelle, who

was already lacking in confidence, felt even worse. She swallowed

nervously and quietly glanced at him before quickly lowering her gaze

again.

Did he seem even angrier now? So, he really wanted to take the child

away?

Isabelle felt a little sad, uneasy, and even more fearful.

If she were separated from her daughter, it would be no different from

wanting her dead.

"Isabelle, listen up.” The man finally spoke, his voice filled with

undisguised anger. "I will not forcefully separate you from the child, nor

will I fight for custody. What I want... from beginning to end, is for us to

be together.”