Bringing the Nation's Husband Home

XLV | Parting Ways

"He told me to cook porridge, as well as not to disturb your rest..."Madam Mary paused for a second, then added, "And for me to take good care of you."

"Anything else?"

Madam Mary shook her head.

Isabelle's heart was even more curious. She couldn't help but bite her spoon, wishing to ask Madam Mary again, when, suddenly, the doorbell rang.

Alexander's mansion, York Garden, was rarely disturbed by outsiders. Isabelle curiously put her spoon down. Just as she was ready to get up, Madam Mary instinctively walked out the dining room, "Madam, I'll go open the door."

Isabelle sat back down on her dining chair. She ate her porridge, thinking about how to recollect the few hours she'd forgotten.

"Izzy!"

Just as Isabelle lifted her spoon full of porridge to her mouth, Camila suddenly screamed as she entered the house.

Isabelle paused for a moment. Without bothering with Camila, she thought about her situation, and slowly swallowed the porridge.

Madam Mary recognized Camila since she had come to York Garden a few times to pick up Isabelle, so she enthusiastically pulled up a chair for her. "Miss. Camila, would you like to eat something?"

It was already midday and Camila hadn't eaten yet. She came straight from the set, and so she immediately nodded, unreserved, adding a "Thank you". Then she put her face in front of Isabelle, looking her up and down before giving a long sigh of relief.

With a fluster of words, she told Isabelle, "Thank goodness that you're fine, Izzy. Yesterday, you don't know how much you scared me! Annabelle, that bitch. I always knew she wasn't a good person, but I never thought that she would ever do something so despicable, stoop to that level!

"But, Izzy, you don't be angry. This time, her stunt has finally put the nail in the coffin for her. I heard someone say that someone slapped her silly in the face. Today, the media has been exposing her scandals non-stop. Facebook has completely exploded with hate comments. Even her fans have become her haters. Let off some steam, it really let off some steam. The whole world is shouting at her, don't you worry!"

As Camila spoke, she smiled triumphantly. "Izzy, let me tell you... I couldn't be more pissed. I even hired a few people to shout at her. One of them actually got the hottest reply on Facebook!"

Isabelle was in a daze, shocked by Camila's words as she hadn't taken a breath throughout the lengthy explanation. When Madam Mary brought the porridge in front of her, she happily grabbed a spoon and wolfed down the food. When she shut her eyes, Isabelle blinked and casually asked her, "Camila, what about Annabelle?"

"Hmph!" Isabelle's question made Camila choke for a second. She grabbed for a napkin to cover up her long cough before glaring at Isabelle. She with a strange expression, "Isabelle, are you dumb? You don't know what happened to Annabelle? Don't you know that she almost put you in some serious danger yesterday? Just a little longer and you would have been raped by that pervert Producer Johnson!"

Isabelle furrowed her brows, innocently asking in return, "I was raped by Mr. Johnson?"

Seeing her expression, Camila blinked twice and asked with a serious voice, "Izzy, you really don't know?"

From Camila's words, Isabelle could vaguely understand the nasty thing that had transpired last night. Her expression became awful. She pursed her lips and didn't say a word.

Camila's grip on the spoon tightened for a moment. Then she loosened up, looked at Isabelle, and explained every detail of last night's events.

"Izzy, someone put drugs in your drink last night at the hot spring, but someone quickly disposed of the drink, so we've already lost the evidence."