Rise of The Abandoned Husband (Liam Knight) novel Chapter 8
Chapter 8: Chapter 8 – A Lady’s Belief and a Thug’s Terror
I struggled to hide my disappointment as I examined the herbs I’d managed to purchase with my meager funds. These pathetic specimens would barely help my cultivation, but they were all I could afford. The knowledge flowing through my mind from my father’s jade pendant was vast and powerful, but without proper resources, progress would be painfully slow.
“Those herbs look absolutely dreadful,” a melodic voice called out.
I nearly dropped my bag in surprise. Standing at the entrance to the villa was Isabelle Ashworth, looking radiant in a simple white blouse and dark skirt that somehow made her seem more elegant than if she’d been draped in diamonds.
“Miss Ashworth,” I stammered. “I didn’t expect to see you here.”
She glided toward me, her movements graceful and purposeful. “I thought I told you to call me Isabelle.”
“Isabelle,” I corrected myself. “What brings you here?”
Instead of answering, she reached for the bag in my hands. “Let me see what you’ve bought.”
Reluctantly, I handed over my purchases. She peered inside, her perfectly sculpted eyebrows rising in what could only be described as horror.
“You cannot possibly be serious about using these,” she said, turning the bag upside down. The herbs tumbled onto the ground between us.
“Hey!” I protested. “Those cost me almost everything I had!”
“Good riddance to bad rubbish,” she replied without a hint of remorse. “Liam, you’re about to become one of the most powerful alchemists this city has ever seen. You need proper materials.”
Her confidence in my future success stunned me. Three years of being treated like dirt by the Sterling family had conditioned me to expect mockery, not faith. The way she spoke—as if my rise to power was an inevitability rather than a possibility—left me speechless.
Isabelle’s expression softened as she studied my face. “You really don’t see it, do you? The potential inside you?”
“I—I’m just starting to understand what I’m capable of,” I admitted.
“Well, I’ve seen it from the beginning,” she said, stepping closer. “When everyone else saw a doormat, I saw someone extraordinary hiding beneath the surface.” She reached out and brushed invisible lint from my shoulder, her touch sending electricity through my body. “Tomorrow, I’ll have proper herbs delivered here. Quality befitting your talent.”
“I can’t accept—”
“You can and you will,” she interrupted. “Consider it an investment. When you’re running the most prestigious alchemy shop in Veridia City, I’ll expect preferential treatment for my orders.”
I couldn’t help but smile at her presumption. “You seem very certain of my success.”
“I’m certain of everything I decide to be certain about,” she replied with complete conviction. “My grandfather always said I have an eye for potential, and I’ve never been wrong.”
Something in her eyes, something warm and genuine, broke through the walls I’d built around my heart. After years of contempt and ridicule, having someone—especially someone like Isabelle Ashworth—believe in me so completely was overwhelming.
“Thank you,” I said quietly. “Not just for the villa or the herbs you’re offering, but for seeing something in me when no one else did.”
Her lips curved into a smile that transformed her already beautiful face into something breathtaking. “You don’t need to thank me for stating the obvious, Liam Knight.”
Our moment was shattered by the sound of several vehicles screeching to a halt outside the villa. Isabelle frowned, turning toward the noise.
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