After divorce, Ex-wife Revealed Identities
Chapter 737

Chapter 737

The President was seething with anger. He had made the first move toreconcile with Isabelle, but this stubborn woman acted aloof. Did sheexpect him to kneel and beg for forgiveness? He had extended an olivebranch, and yet she refused to take it.

He was fuming, but in front of Darius and Franklin, he dared not doanything rash. All he could do was rub his hands together awkwardlyand say, "Isabelle, we're still family. Blood is thicker than water."“You're right," Isabelle replied coolly. "We have pitiful blood ties leftbetween us. You can go back to your stepson now; I'm just a daughteryou can forget about."

With that said, she walked away without looking back.

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

Sylvia shook her head in disappointment as she watched the dramaunfold before her eyes.

The President's face turned red with embarrassment as he tried tosalvage the situation but failed miserably.

In the speeding car, Isabelle sat next to a powerful man who exuded anintimidating aura. She didn't dare move or breathe too loudly for fear ofangering him.

He could destroy the Bentley family with just a snap of his fingers; whatchance 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 happennext.

Would he try to take custody of Bethany away from her? If so, therewas no way she could win against him in court or anywhere else forthat matter.

Her mind raced uncontrollably until his deep voice broke the silenceinside the car. "Do you want to come back with me to H Rovirsa or stayhere?"

Isabelle looked up at him in shock - did he just ask for her opinion? Itseemed like he respected her after all...

Darius looked at Isabelle sitting far away from him, admiring herexquisite figure and delicate face. Her long eyelashes covered hereyelids, complemented by a small nose and pointed chin, forming anextremely youthful appearance.

She was very pretty, especially pretty.

After hearing his voice, she suddenly looked up, her eyes resemblingthose 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 wassomewhat out of control.

Especially when he thought of the hardships and sufferings she hadgone through.

A surge of rage would swell up inside his chest, an urge to obliteratethe entire world. He wished for those who had ever mistreated her topay a heavy price.

"Why aren't you speaking? If you don't want to come back to H Rovirsawith 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'snot necessary. Don't buy..."

She pressed down the palpitation in her heart and said, "Mr. Foster, areyou only temporarily staying with me because of Bethany? I know Idon't have money and there's a world of difference between us. If youwant her custody, I'm too powerless to resist. But... Bethany and I havebeen relying on each other for so many years. I can't bear to beseparated from her. Please don't take Bethany away from me, canyou?

“I will work hard to earn money and take good care of her. I willdefinitely be a responsible mother."

Upon hearing her words, Darius's handsome face darkened. What wasshe 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 theirdaughter 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, whowas already lacking in confidence, felt even worse. She swallowednervously and quietly glanced at him before quickly lowering her gazeagain.

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

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

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

"Isabelle, listen up.” The man finally spoke, his voice filled withundisguised anger. "I will not forcefully separate you from the child, norwill I fight for custody. What I want... from beginning to end, is for us tobe together.”