Chapter 150

Isabella was mentally prepared for this, but Atticus' words still left her silent for a moment.

"You must be clear about my thoughts. Your uncles and I have asked for Emilio's opinion. In terms of family and personal ability, and his affection for you, he is undoubtedly the most suitable for you. But we all know your temperament. If you don't want something, forcing it won't bring any results. So, I want to know your true thoughts," Atticus spoke very tactfully and calmly.

He had watched Isabella grow up and hoped she would live well and be happy, but he didn't want to force her to follow his ideas in everything.

Isabella replied, "Uncle Atticus, I know you all mean well, but I really just see Emilio as a friend."

"What about Michael? Do you still have feelings for him?" Atticus asked directly, who had sensed something was wrong that time at the Brown Group.

"Yes," Isabella answered honestly, "Uncle Atticus, I admit that I really can't start a new relationship right now. I've loved Michael for so many years and waited for so long. It's impossible to just stop loving him right away."

Isabella had no intention of hiding anything from Atticus.

She didn't want to pretend in front of her family; it was too exhausting.

Hearing her answer, Atticus' eyes darkened for a moment.

Isabella continued, "You know the situation with Grandpa. His biggest wish is for me to have a child with Michael. I don't want him to have any regrets, and this is also my obsession. So, I've made up my mind. I will have a child with Michael. As for everything else, maybe once the child is born, everything will have a result."

If she could let go of him by then, leaving might be the best choice.

But she couldn't let Atticus know that, knowing he wouldn't agree.

Atticus was silent for a moment, then looked up with clear eyes. "I understand, Isabella. I respect your choice."

Atticus took a deep breath, suppressing the helplessness in his heart. "Isabella, I saw you brought some wine earlier. Give me some to drink."

He felt bitter inside and just wanted to drink a little to vent his emotions.

Isabella handed Atticus the two cans of beer that Olivia had left earlier. She was currently trying to conceive and couldn't drink, but she she could accompany Atticus.

Atticus drank half a can in one go, the cold liquid soothing his tense brow a bit.

Hearing Isabella's answer, his feelings were incredibly complex.

He felt sorry for Isabella.

He felt sorry for Isabella; he didn't want her to go through the same experience as Grace, but he was powerless to stop her unhappy marriage.

Grace had been the most beloved in the family. Daniel was strict with the five of them, but he doted on Grace, granting her every wish.

Grace was supposed to study abroad after graduating from college, but everything changed when she met Indigo.

Under Indigo's deceit, Grace stopped believing anything her family said. She even threatened Daniel with her life to marry him.

In the end, Grace sneaked away one night and was never found again.

No one expected that the usually sweet and obedient Grace would be so determined for so-called love, even breaking ties with her family.

When they finally found Grace in Evergreen City, she was already in the hospital, covered with a white sheet, lifeless.

Kneeling beside Grace was a thin and small Isabella, whose face was almost fleshless, her clothes ill-fitting, and her hands frostbitten.

Daniel was greatly affected by this, and his health began to deteriorate from then on.

So when Isabella cried and begged to marry Michael, Daniel was afraid the tragedy would repeat.

Daniel didn't say a harsh word, only asked if she had thought it through, and handed over the marriage contract.

In order to get Michael to agree to marry Isabella, he used all his influence to pressure the Brown Group, just to fulfill her wish.

But looking at Isabella now, Atticus seemed to understand something.

Unless she let go of Michael herself, no matter what he and her other uncles did, no matter how many people they pushed in front of her, it would be useless.

The two cans of beer were quickly finished. Atticus frowned and took a bottle of red wine from the cabinet, pouring it into a wine glass.

As the alcohol took effect, Atticus finally spoke his mind, "Isabella, tell me, is your attachment to Michael really hard to let go, or is it influenced by years of unwillingness? If it's just unwillingness to divorce him, I have countless ways to deal with him."

In the end, he still wanted Isabella to leave Michael.

She had suffered enough in the past three years with Michael.

He didn't want her to trap herself in a fruitless relationship, wasting her youth.

"Atticus, I'm not unwilling. Please don't interfere in our matters, okay?" Isabella bit her lip, her tone filled with suppressed guilt.

Knowing what Atticus desired to hear, she nevertheless found herself unable to betray her own wishes, for such an act would constitute a deception against both him and herself.

"Three years ago, I married Michael against all odds because I loved him. Now, I choose to divorce because I see clearly that he never loved me." Isabella added

So, she couldn't control her feelings. Even knowing he didn't love her, she would still be moved by his closeness.

Atticus closed his eyes. "Isabella, you know he doesn't love you. You should have withdrawn earlier. Don't sink any deeper. I really don't want to see you suffer like your mom."

Even an outsider like him could see it clearly, that Isabella still deeply loved Michael.

If it weren't for love, why would Isabella willingly carry Michael's child?

"Uncle Atticus, don't worry. I know what I'm doing. I won't let myself fall into that situation. If it really comes to that, I will leave without hesitation." She understood Atticus and the others' good intentions.

As the CEO of the Wilson Group, she had humbled herself for an unloving Michael, even using a child to test the authenticity of their relationship. She was indeed crazy.

Even knowing his change towards her was mixed with interests and other factors, she still wanted to stay by his side.

In the late-night living room, the two sat facing each other.

Isabella held a cup of hot tea, while Atticus picked up his wine glass and drank.

Knowing he couldn't persuade Isabella, he still came with a glimmer of hope, but the result remained unchanged.

Atticus didn't know what else to do but drink.

Seeing the bottle of red wine almost empty, Isabella stood up to stop Atticus from drinking more.