After divorce, Ex-wife Revealed Identities

Chapter 868

Isabelle was scrolling through the news on her tablet when she saw the smile on the handsome man's face. She asked, "What's up? Why are you so happy?"

"Wedding Planner Z actually took our order," Darius said, his lips curling as he looked at Isabelle sitting on the couch. She was beautiful with almond-shaped eyes and rosy cheeks. Her skin was snow-white, and even in casual clothes, she still looked elegant and charming.

Just then, the butler hurried over. "Old Mrs. Foster, Mr. Foster, Old Mrs. Obrien is back," he said.

Old Mrs. Foster had just put on her reading glasses to inform some relatives of Darius' wedding news when she heard what the butler said. She immediately put down her phone and said, "Please bring her in quickly."

Old Mrs. Obrien was Darius' aunt who married into Aettosa's famous family, the Obrien family.

After a while, the butler brought an elderly woman with windblown hair and a young woman into the room.

The young woman wore a caramel-colored coat that accentuated her snow-white skin tone; her eyes were an endless blue that sparkled brightly when they met Darius'. Her facial features were soft with black hair cascading down naturally creating waves that made one want to touch them gently with their fingertips.

On the other hand, Old Mrs. Obrien wore a black coat exuding an air of seriousness befitting someone from such an esteemed family background like hers.

As soon as she entered through doors of their home, she scanned everyone present in hall with imposing gaze before finally resting it upon Isabelle.

Her scrutinizing gaze made Isabelle feel uncomfortable; however, she politely stood up from where she sat holding onto tablet, and stood next to Darius welcoming their guest.

Old Mrs. Obrien brought some gifts along which were taken inside by the butler.

"My dear sister-in-law, it has been ages since we last met," she spoke hoarsely.

Old Mrs. Foster warmly extended both hands towards Old Mrs. Obrien, held onto them tightly saying, "Rory, you're back for good now. What are all these gifts for? Come sit beside me. How did you come back so fast? I only told you yesterday about Darius getting married."

Old Mrs. Obrien whose maiden name was Rory Foster sat beside Old Mrs. Foster laughing softly. "This is my daughter-in-law's son's daughter who grew up at our place. She played often together with my granddaughter during childhood. Darius too used to play around frequently."

"Is that Carolina Lancaster? She's now so graceful and beautiful, a true beauty," Old Mrs. Foster smiled warmly, but inside she felt a pang of unease. Why did Rory bring her here? She had a bad feeling about her return.

is skilled in singing, dancing and playing the piano, truly a high society lady," Rory spoke with pride as she glanced disdainfully at Isabelle from the corner

Mrs. Foster uncomfortable, but she continued to be

talked about Isabelle! Rory had been waiting for this moment for some time now and looked at Isabelle with a fake smile on her face. "I heard you come from Middle Evroya - that barren little place where you can't

Who spread these rumors that they couldn't afford eggs? They could eat as many as they wanted! There

want to; how could we not afford them? There are many misconceptions about Middle Evroya

conditions are poor; you don't even filter your drinking water... oh well... never mind." Her disgust

sprouts - how could such an insignificant woman from Middle Evroya compare to Carolina who was an accomplished socialite? How

Isabella with contempt in her blue eyes - what kind of woman from such a small town hadn't seen the world yet managed

ugly and dark-skinned? Why did this woman have such

Foster family members were

Isabelle was knowledgeable yet gentle in character- never using her status as the prime minister to exert power over

downstairs at this point, along with Karina Gisselle. The two happened to

smiles

you come all this way just

respect at all.

little impatient as she scrutinized Carolina. "Miss Carolina, has no one ever told you that when you're a guest in someone else's

and would pick fights

here, Gisselle treated her

lips trembled slightly as she tried to cover it up by saying,

while his eyes flashed with sarcasm. "Miss Carolina, please don't say anything that could be misunderstood by others. We only spent a few days together when

Foster

do? Nothing! All she did was ask Isabelle a couple of questions! Did they really have to treat her and Carolina like enemies? This

people? Did me or Carolina do something wrong? If the Foster family doesn't want us here, then we'll leave right now!" Her eyes turned red as tears welled up in them. "This is still my maiden family! How can

"Grandma, maybe they don't want me here... I should be the one leaving, since I'm not your biological granddaughter anyway;

by Carolina's acting

Can't

looks down on her? We haven't said anything, have we?" Gisselle sneered, "I'm just advising you not to focus on Darius. After all, Darius and Isabelle are getting married and their child is already five years old. Do you want to be a home wrecker? I'm just telling you to live well and take care of your own reputation as a socialite. How did it become