Chapter 299

The car came to a stop, and Isabella was about to open the door and get out when Michael suddenly called out to her, "Isabella!"

Isabella's fingers paused, and she turned to look at him, "Do you need something?"

"Yes." Michael nodded decisively, then he unbuckled his seatbelt and, taking advantage of Isabella's unguarded moment, reached out and pulled her into his arms.

His hands held her tightly, as if he were holding a lost treasure.

The intimate gesture was so sudden that Isabella didn't even have time to react. She just saw Michael lunging towards her, and she fell into a warm, broad chest.

"Michael, what... what are you doing? Let go of me."

Instinctively, Isabella tried to push him away, but her strength was nothing compared to Michael's.

He even held her tighter.

Suddenly, he spoke in a low voice, "Be careful of the baby."

Isabella's body stiffened.

Then his hands restlessly moved from her waist.

She belatedly realized she had fallen into his trap.

She couldn't help but pinch him, "Michael, you did this on purpose, didn't you? Don't think I won't call for help, outside are all my..."

Before she could finish her threat, Michael sighed softly in her ear, "Isabella, thank God you're okay."

Otherwise, he would have gone crazy.

Isabella was completely stunned.

Did she hear that right?

Michael was actually relieved for her safety. Was this the Michael she knew?

Maybe he was worried about the baby in her belly.

Just as she was at a loss, the car door behind her suddenly opened, and the arms holding her tightly were withdrawn.

"Go back, be careful on the road."

In an instant, Michael had reverted to his calm and composed self, as if what had just happened was merely Isabella's illusion.

But Isabella wouldn't think too much about it anymore.

She wouldn't lose herself over a little bit of Michael's kindness.

"Goodbye."

Isabella decisively got out of the car and got into the car where the bodyguard had been waiting.

Michael's car left before hers, and Isabella's heart no longer had any ripples.

Back then, she had desperately saved his life when he was unconscious.

And now he had given her a baby, a new life.

They were even.

After Michael left, Isabella had the bodyguard drive her to the Wilson Family's base.

This was where Violet and Harper were being held.

Isabella had just arrived when several uncles also rushed over.

However, Thomas left shortly after receiving a phone call.

He seemed to be in a hurry.

Isabella asked Holden, who only said that Thomas had to leave because of work.

Apparently, a newly hired assistant had messed up the contract details, and Thomas had to go fix the problem.

Isabella found it strange.

Thomas was known for his work efficiency and decisive attitude in the industry, how could he have hired such a muddle-headed assistant?

Moreover, he didn't seem angry at all when he left, just anxious.

Could it be...

Isabella's eyes lit up, "Could Uncle Thomas have met someone he likes?"

Holden hadn't thought in that direction, but after Isabella's reminder, he couldn't help but laugh.

"Oh my, it might be possible. Thomas has never been this flustered before. Next time we meet, I'll definitely ask him for you."

"Really, it's a deal then."

Isabella and Holden exchanged a knowing smile.

Just as they were chatting happily, Atticus came out of the house.

"What are you two talking about, so happy?"

He said, pulling up a chair and sitting down casually.

Isabella also sat down next to him and explained the good news they had just discovered.

"Uncle Atticus, Uncle Holden and I were just talking about Uncle Thomas. Maybe next time we meet, he will bring home a girlfriend."

"Really?" Atticus smiled, "Then our Wilson Family will have another happy event."

Another?

Isabella looked at Atticus's meaningful expression and asked, "Is there other good news?"

"It's time to give this to you." Atticus handed Isabella a sealed document, "You'll understand when you read this."

Isabella took it with curiosity, and when she opened it, she found it was Grace's last hospitalization record.

But when she saw the final diagnosis, her face was filled with disbelief.

"Uncle Atticus, what's going on? How could my mother have a mental illness?"

Isabella's reaction pained her uncles.

Holden stepped forward and patted her hand, taking a deep breath, "Isabella, when Atticus and I found out about this, we were just as angry. This is why we didn't want to tell you too much."

"No." Isabella shook her head, calming down slowly.

She knew there must be a bigger conspiracy behind this, "Uncle Atticus, Uncle Holden, you two should have told me. I can handle it."

Holden nodded appreciatively, "Just as you thought, Indigo and Harper conspired to frame Grace. If you don't want to get involved, Atticus and I will handle their punishment. The Wilson Family will not let them go!"

Holden's tone was firm, his eyes fierce.

Grace was their beloved sister, and she had suffered such great injustice in her life. The Wilson Family would make them pay.

Atticus agreed with Holden, "Isabella, Holden is right. This is not just your matter, but a grudge our entire Wilson Family has held for over ten years. You can trust us to handle it."

"Besides, you're pregnant now, you can't make impulsive decisions."

Not letting Isabella get involved was more about her physical and emotional well-being.

She was pregnant, and facing her mother's killers would surely bring intense emotional turmoil.

They were worried about the impact on the baby.

Hearing this, Isabella finally understood her uncles' concern and care for her.

But could she really let go?

When Grace passed away, she was only seven years old. In her memory, Grace spent her last days in the hospital.

But every time she sneaked in to see Grace, Grace would always show her best side.

A few months later, Grace passed away in the hospital.

She was too young to understand the suspicious circumstances of Grace's sudden death. A year later, she was taken away by Daniel.

It wasn't until she grew up that she began to recall everything.

But too much time had passed, and without clues or evidence, she didn't know where to start investigating.

Now, all the evidence was laid out before her. but she couldn't see her enemies get their comeuppance with her own eyes.

No! She couldn't accept this!