Right now, he was hovering around Selena, checking if she was okay.
"Mommy! If you keep hurting Auntie Selena like this, then I don't need you to come back and cook for me!"
Isabel didn't want to come back either.
She was tired of being here.
Without a word, she walked down the stairs.
Martha didn't know what had happened, but seeing Isabel's red-rimmed eyes, she knew it wasn't good.
She followed her to the door, hesitating to speak.
Then she noticed Isabel's right hand, trembling uncontrollably.
"Mi... Miss Hayes..."
Isabel left without looking back.
Inside the villa, Selena pulled away from Adrian's embrace and gave him a little push. "Adrian, go after her. I lost my balance, it wasn't Isabel's fault."
Adrian didn't move an inch, his handsome face devoid of expression. "There's no need. She's just trying to make a scene to force me into a divorce."
Selena knew it.
Her plan was not only to make Adrian misunderstand Isabel's relationship with Dylan, stoking his possessiveness, but also to stage situations where Isabel appeared to hurt her. By playing the victim, she would ensure he could never let her go, securing a special place in his heart.
It was working perfectly.
"Oliver," she said, feigning a gentle scolding. "I know you were worried about her, but that's your mommy. You can't treat her like that. You should call her, or she'll be sad. If she's really sad, she won't come back to cook for you, and you'll go hungry and get skinny again. That would break my heart."
Oliver huffed, completely unconcerned. "I won't think about her cooking anymore. From now on, I'll eat properly. I won't make Auntie Selena worry."
Selena patted his head. "Oliver is such a good boy."
Men.
Big or small.
They were all the same.
Once you found the right buttons to push, they were easy to handle.
She didn't want Isabel and Adrian to divorce, but she didn't want Isabel to have an easy time either.

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