There were still twenty days until her father's sentencing. If she didn't raise enough money within this period, her father would be very old when he came out of jail.

Investor?

Isabella hesitated while thinking about what Mr. Smith had just said. She opened up the address contact on the phone, searching, and looking at the number that she has engraved on her memory.

Investor?

At the very beginning, the note for Christian is "A Husband" in her phone, so that his name would be at the most front of her phone contact list. However, in the past three years, Christian had seldom called or sent messages to her, so that she changed her note to "Christian" as time passes.

Isabella threw the cigarette into the toilet and went out to rinse her mouth while dialing the number. 

She had just smoked so her voice was a little hoarse. She had to deal with it, as Christian wouldn't be so please over the phone if he sensed that.

"Hello, who is that?"

The call was answered quickly, but what made Isabella chilling was that a woman answered the phone. She was like naturally proficient in this, as though she had answered phone calls for Christian many times.

Hearing nothing, the woman asked again: "Hello?"

It took a while to come back to herself, Isabella asked in an extremely obscure voice, "Is Christian there?"

"Christian is in a meeting." The woman said his name as casually as if she was his wife:" Please tell me your name, and I'll check if Christian have saved your number."

Isabella couldn't wait to hang up the phone hurriedly. Her hand was trembling so that the phone was dropped with a dull thud. She picked it up in a rush.

Isabella saw tears on her face from the broken screen. She seemed so upset as if she had lost her family.

They had been married for three years and supposed to be an old couple. But he had never saved her number.

Was it that hard to put her in the address contact?

And who was the woman answering the phone...

Thinking about that phone call three minutes ago, Isabella felt frigid.

Christian was always cold to her. Isabella had suspected before that he may had an affair, but if it was real, he had to be divorced by giving up their common property according to the contract.

Isabella had always believed in him. But now she changed her mind because the woman called him intimately on the phone.

The crack which was not so obvious in her heart became widen and widen.

Isabella didn't care whether her man would go home or what day is it. 

She got off work exactly at 5:30pm and bought some fresh fruits and vegetables in the supermarket on her way driving home.

She had always been good at cooking since she learned it from her mother. After getting married, although she had made all kinds of food for Christian, he kept coming back once a week as the contract says. So no matter how good the food is, she ate them all by herself most of the time.

As time went on, Isabella was't bothered to cook except in a good mood. If Christian came back, they would decide which one to cook, otherwise she would order deliveries when Christian wasn't here.

The phone in the living room was playing music loudly, so Isabella, busily cooking in the kitchen, didn't hear the door was opened. She was dealing with the red snapper on the cutting board.  

"Aah!"

Accidentally cut herself with the gills, Isabella retracted her bleeding finger and screamed.

Before she has any other reaction, someone seemed approached from behind. The big hand grabbed her finger and rinse it. Isabella was stunned because of his hot palm.

It seems that the man's body was always hot except for his lips.

"Why not let the fishmonger do it for you beforehand?" He cleaned her finger with a tissue and stuck a bandage on her wound. He did this very gentle, but still with a cold expression.

Isabella muttered softly: "I forgot when I hurried in shopping."