Chapter 13

After the message was sent, Isabella glanced at it, scoffing with a derisive laugh before making a provocative phone call. "Anna, when did you learn to imitate Jonathan’s tone? You even managed to sound a bit like him." "If I were you, I would have already given up the position of Mrs. Jonathan and run away with my tail between my legs. I’m carrying Jonathan’s child, and maybe soon he’ll propose to me!" "When that happens, it’ll be you who gets kicked out with no dignity. If you don’t want that to happen, you should give up your place as Mrs. Jonathan now, it’ll spare you some suffering." "Otherwise, you’ll end up with nothing and still get rejected." As she spoke, Isabella became increasingly smug. But on the other end of the line, there was still silence. For some reason, a hint of panic started rising in her chest. But she quickly suppressed it. She continued, "Anna, don’t tell me you’re so desperate and miserable that you can’t even speak anymore? I’ve already told you, Jo