Besides, she was making them for herself.
Just as the countdown began, she placed some of them that needed baking into the oven.
The fragrant aroma quickly filled the small apartment.
Right as the clock was about to strike midnight, just as she was ready to eat, her phone rang.
It was exactly midnight when she answered.
“Hello?”
“It’s me.”
The familiar, deep voice of a man came through the receiver.
Isabel had already guessed who it was.
That was the only reason she’d answered.
She let out a sarcastic laugh. “Mr. Blackwell, it’s a new year. Don't you think it’s time we got that divorce?”
“Fine.”
Isabel froze, stunned by his immediate agreement.
But his next words made everything clear.
“Drop the charges against Selena, and I’ll fund a new laboratory for your research. Come to Halcyon Hills Residence tomorrow to sign the divorce papers.”
Isabel’s lips twisted into a smirk. She said nothing, simply ending the call.
Dylan had turned his head the moment he heard her say “Mr. Blackwell,” his eyes wide.
As soon as she hung up, he demanded, “What did he want?”
Isabel set her phone down, popped a dumpling in her mouth, and said, “What else? Cleaning up a mess for his precious darling.”
Dylan understood immediately. “What does he want you to do?”
“Nothing much. It’s all good news, actually. We can finally get divorced.”
A look of delight spread across Dylan’s face. “That’s fantastic.”
*
Isabel didn’t stay the night at old Mr. Foster’s place.
Even when Dylan mentioned Dr. Lawson was coming to check on her tomorrow, she insisted on leaving. She told him she would go sign the divorce papers and then check herself into the hospital for treatment.
It felt wrong to make a doctor make a house call on holiday.
She wasn’t someone as important as Adrian.
Dylan drove her home and informed Dr. Lawson of the change in plans.
“I’ll pick you up tomorrow morning.”
“Okay.”



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