Unraveling Secrets

"Forget about her," Isabella said, looking away and turning to James. "I heard you're planning to open a psychological counseling center in Crown City?"

"Yes, I've already found a location, but we're still short on staff. Would you be interested in helping me out?" James smiled. "The pay will definitely be better than what you're getting now, and the work hours are flexible."

Isabella smiled and replied, "I'll think about it. By the way, can you recommend a good psychologist for me? I want to try hypnosis to recover my memories."

She hadn't wanted to recover her memories before because she didn't know her parents were in trouble. But now that she knew, her thoughts had changed.

Hypnosis was the fastest way to stimulate her brain to recover her memories, though it was more commonly used abroad than in the city.

James paused for a moment before saying, "If you don't mind, why don't I do it for you?"He had studied psychology abroad and worked as a psychologist. He had only recently returned to the city.

After considering it, Isabella realized he was indeed the most suitable candidate. She thought for a moment before making her decision. "Okay, I'll trouble you with that."

James had other patients and had already scheduled their appointments, so he needed to go back and rearrange everything before notifying Isabella to come in for treatment.

Meanwhile, in a private room, a different scene was unfolding.

There were clearly empty seats at the table, but Iris was kneeling at the man's feet like a servant.

A black collar adorned her neck, allowing the man to humiliate and abuse her in every way.

The man stepped on her stomach with one foot, exerting pressure on her womb and ovaries. His voice was cold and sinister as he asked, "Was that Isabella just now?"

Iris endured the pain and replied, "Yes, Mr. Brown Martins."

"Heh, she's becoming more and more to my taste." The man's lips curled into an evil smile.

Iris shuddered in fear. If Brown Martins took a liking to her, she would be better off dead than alive. But if he grew tired of her and discarded her, her situation would be even worse.

However, whether she lived or died was not up to her, but entirely up to Brown Martins.

"Isabella, Ethan has protected you for three years. From now on, you're on your own."

After dinner, Isabella and James were about to part ways. Before leaving, James suddenly stopped Isabella and said, "If six years ago..."

If I hadn't left, would we still be together now?

"What?" Isabella looked at him in confusion.

"Nothing, forget it. We'll talk about it later." James smiled. He planned to wait until Isabella divorced and then pursue her again.

"Oh." Isabella waved goodbye, unaware of his thoughts.

Instead of going home immediately, Isabella went to the cemetery to pay her respects to her parents and offer flowers.

She swore in front of their graves that she would reclaim everything she had lost, and the Wilson Corporation would rise again under her leadership.

No matter the cost, she was willing to pay it.

Isabella returned to the Anderson family's residence, exhausted. Strangely, no one was home except for the servants.

"Do they stay at Rose Manor tonight?" she wondered. Without seeing that annoying person, Isabella's mood improved considerably. She took a hot bath, then came out wearing a camisole nightgown.

The heating was on at home, making it feel like summer. However, as soon as she stepped out, she froze. Ethan had returned without her noticing and was unbuttoning his shirt.

Ethan casually lifted his eyes, revealing a hint of depth. In the dim light, Isabella's long hair cascaded over her shoulders, and the white silk camisole nightgown made her skin appear as white as snow.

The thin nightgown clung to her body, outlining her graceful curves.

Isabella's mother had once been the most beautiful woman in Crown City, and Isabella had inherited that beauty perfectly. Coupled with the youthful vigor that came with her age, she was like a bud waiting to bloom—a deadly allure.

Thinking about the contents of the diary, Ethan's eyes turned cold and sinister.

As soon as she saw Ethan, Isabella's alarm bells went off. Realizing she was alone, she even felt like dying.

"What are you looking at?" she snapped. "If you keep staring, I'll gouge your eyes out!" Though she had felt a little down earlier, her fighting spirit surged as she glared fiercely at Ethan. "Turn your face away!"

Ethan sneered but complied, turning his head aside. Isabella quickly rushed to the bed, wrapping herself tightly in the blanket.

Nonchalantly, Ethan continued unbuttoning his shirt. "You dressed like this on purpose, just so I could see, right?"

When he turned back, he noticed Isabella already tucked into the bed. His smile grew colder. "So eager?"

Isabella was stunned. "What?" she scoffed. "If you're unwell, go see a doctor!"

She hurriedly added, "I didn't expect you to come. I thought you'd be staying at your personal mansion tonight." Isabella had no desire to be misunderstood and tried to explain herself.

Ethan, assuming she was merely making excuses, ignored her and continued packing his belongings.

Startled, Isabella sat up slightly, her dark eyes following his every movement. "What are you doing?"

"I'm leaving for a business trip," Ethan replied coldly.

"But aren't we finalizing the divorce tomorrow?" Isabella, visibly excited, tried to get up but thought better of it and sat back down. Her wide eyes stayed fixed on him.

"A billion-dollar contract takes priority over everything else," Ethan's voice was as cold as his demeanor.

He had important matters to attend to in the capital city involving a chip project. If successful, it would propel the Anderson Group's assets to unprecedented heights. Nothing would deter him from this business trip.

Just then, Ethan's phone buzzed with a call from his secretary.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Ethan, but we've been unable to find anyone proficient in Italian and international sign language," the secretary's tone was strained. The Italian client, a representative of the prestigious Italian group, was deaf-mute and required specific communication skills.