Chapter 136

Ethan Roscente didn't care about this child at all.

Moreover…

Julian Roscente still didn't know Isabella Langley was pregnant.

Victoria Roscente didn't dare mention it in front of him.

She knew Julian's temper too well.

This father and son were equally cold-blooded.

Things had progressed to this point.

An abortion was no longer possible.

She had no choice but to accept this child.

"Mrs. Lowell, I heard your daughter-in-law is expecting twins? Such wonderful news!"

"Yes, the young couple kept it a complete secret. They only told me after the pregnancy stabilized, said it was a surprise. What a surprise indeed!"

"Congratulations! My son doesn't even have a girlfriend yet, it's so worrying. Mrs. Roscente, your son is around the same age as mine, right? Is he seeing anyone?"

Victoria forced a smile. "Him? He's always busy with his company, no time for romance. He should just come back and inherit the family business, but he insists on doing his own thing."

"Mrs. Roscente, you're too modest. Your son's company has already gone public, and you call that 'doing his own thing'?"

A flicker of pride crossed Victoria's eyes, but she said, "It's nothing compared to your Weichen. I heard he spends every day with his wife since she got pregnant. So attentive."

"Attentive, my foot! Hovering around his wife all day, neglecting his career. I'm just pinning my hopes on my grandson having a bright future now."

"The child isn't even born yet, and you're already pinning hopes on him?"

"You just don't get it. The latest international research shows fetuses can receive education in the womb. I specially signed my daughter-in up for a top-tier prenatal class. You have to start with the mother to cultivate an exceptional child."

"The mother needs training too?"

"Of course! How can an unexceptional mother give birth to an exceptional child?"

The words were spoken casually, but Victoria listened intently.

A thought sparked in her mind.

After the gathering ended, she returned home and immediately summoned the housekeeper.

"Contact this prenatal studio. Enroll Isabella Langley. The fees will come from me. Don't let Mr. Roscente know."

The housekeeper understood perfectly.

Half an hour later, the housekeeper reported back. "She's enrolled."

Victoria picked up her phone and called Isabella Langley.

The phone rang for a long time before it was answered.

"Who is it?" Isabella's voice was thick with sleep.

Victoria's face darkened. "It's me."

Isabella replied lazily, "Oh, it's you, Auntie. What is it?"

Victoria suppressed her anger. "I've enrolled you in a prenatal class. It starts tomorrow. The classes are very relaxed, things like flower arranging, tea tasting…"

Isabella was eating an orange. She refused without a second thought. "Auntie, I haven't been feeling well lately. I have frequent hospital appointments. I really don't have the energy for classes."

Victoria was so angry her liver ached.

Was this bitch not even bothering to pretend anymore?

"You must go!"

Before she could finish, the call was disconnected.

Victoria stared at her phone in disbelief.

She actually hung up on her!

If she was this arrogant before the child was even born, what would she be like afterwards?

Victoria called the housekeeper again. "Go tell Isabella Langley if she doesn't attend the classes, she can get out of the Roscente family, along with the bastard in her belly!"

At nine that evening, the housekeeper returned with his report.

"Miss Langley says she will attend the classes on time."

"She knows what's good for her!"

…

Early the next morning, Isabella was woken by her phone ringing.

She answered groggily. "Hello?"

"Miss Langley, hello. I'm a teacher from the prenatal center. The first class starts at eight. You should set off now. Mrs. Roscente specifically said if you miss class, she will come personally to invite you."

Isabella remembered the housekeeper's warning.

She gritted her teeth and got out of bed.

During breakfast, she opened the class schedule and nearly spat out her milk.

From 8 a.m. to 7 p.m., the schedule was packed.

Wardrobe coordination, social etiquette, Western dining and desserts, jewelry appreciation…

Every fiber of her being rejected it.

But thinking of Victoria's threat, she steeled herself and went out.

From that day on, Isabella began her life of early departures and late returns for prenatal classes.

She came back exhausted after class every day, and still had to find time to attend university.

Her previous unexplained absences had already earned her a warning from her academic advisor.

Isabella had no choice but to obediently return to class.

But she still only showed up sporadically.

She usually paid someone to sign in for her, relied on her roommates to cover for her, and only occasionally showed her face.

Now, with her time consumed by prenatal classes and having to juggle both, she quickly reached her limit.

Isabella didn't hesitate for long before making her decision.

She would drop out.