Chapter 450
Isabelle, lying on the sickbed, suddenly pursed her lips. Unintentionally, she met the manโs gaze, and her body froze instantly. A chill ran down her spine, as if she had fallen into an ice cellar.
Richard took a step and shielded his wife behind him, his expression still gentle, but with a barely noticeable hint of cautious apprehension.
โMy wife was a bit emotional, but she was just concerned about the child. Please donโt argue with her, Mr. Winford. However, we need to clarify the truth about what happened today. Once itโs clear, we can apologize if necessary and reconcile. What do you think, Mr. Winford?โ
Winford, imposing, said coldly, โSince we want to make things clear, then everyone has the right to speak. Lia hasnโt even spoken yet, and the Whitaker family is already eager to convict her. Do they think the Pruitt family is not worthy enough to be considered by you?โ
The coupleโs faces changed simultaneously.
โMr. Winford is right; we should wait for Lia to finish speaking before making any judgments,โ Richard said.
โSpeak up,โ Winford said, never letting go of Opheliaโs hand since he entered. He gently squeezed it and looked at his little wife beside him. โWith me here, no one can falsely accuse you or bully you.โ
He spoke in a casual tone, yet possessed an overwhelming aura that no one could surpass. Anyone could see that he carefully protected the girl beside him, holding her in the palm of his hand, not allowing anyone to insult her in the slightest.
Ophelia looked up and smiled sweetly and brightly. โI knew it; with my husband by my side, I am not afraid.โ
Did Isabelle support the Whitaker family? But she also had Winford. No one can compare to her husband alone!
Winford smiled very faintly, revealing his first smile after entering the wardโindulgent and gentle.
Ophelia looked at Freya. โMy aunt just asked me if there was anything else I wanted to say,โ she said. โOf course, there is.โ
Her gaze shifted to Isabelle on the sickbed. โI would like to correct the answers I just gave about Ms. Whitaker.โ
โFirstly, the address was at Ink Pharmaceuticals; thatโs correct.โ
โBut regarding the second answer, I have a few things to say.โ
She looked at Isabelle and sneered. โYou can intern inside, no problem, but did Ms. Whitaker forget that the company is mine? What does it mean, the company is mine? What does it mean when you go there every time acting like the future boss?โ
What, do you think that taking the position of heir isnโt enough, and you donโt even want to let go of the company my mother left for me?
As soon as these words were spoken, the Whitaker family, including Isabelle, showed a change in their expressions. Everyone turned their gaze towards Isabelle, and Richard furrowed his brows, saying, โIsabelle?โ
Isabelle quickly concealed her expression and calmly explained, โUncle, I didnโt do anything. Itโs just that the people at the company, knowing that I am part of the Whitaker family, treat me with more respect and politeness. Ophelia saw this and may have misunderstood.โ
This explanation was completely satisfactory, and the Whitaker familyโs faces immediately relaxed considerably.
Opheliaโs cold voice rang out again. โMisunderstanding? Isabelle, do you think Iโm a fool or deaf? When I arrived at Ink Pharmaceuticals, a huge company, no one knew me, but they were very familiar and respectful towards you! They kept calling you Ms. Whitaker, their future boss. Under the guidance of Ms. Whitaker, the company will surely have a brighter future!โ