"Isabella, look at yourself. Where is the dignity and grace of a Mrs. Hill?"
"You have neither the refined appearance to uphold my image nor the intelligence to manage my business. Every day, you just stir up trouble... I must have been cursed for eight generations to end up marrying you."
Nathan’s eyes were bloodshot as he yelled, like a trapped beast.
Isabella gradually regained her composure.
She slowly stood up from the cold floor, her face pale. But beneath her calm exterior, turmoil churned inside her.
She had once thought that Nathan’s indifference was just because he didn’t love her.
But now, she realized—it wasn’t just that he didn’t love her. He despised her.
"Nathan, so you’ve finally shown your true, hypocritical face. All that talk about repaying me, about being
