After the Secret Wedding Rise of My Queen

Chapter 180 Isabel Can't Sleep, and Neither Can Xander

Reggie's eyes widened at the scene. Just as he was aloud to step in, Isabel grabbed an apple from the table and hurled it at Colin.

"Mmph-Colin grunted as the apple struck his chest, forcing him back a step. However, he managed to stay on his feet.

Isabel narrowed her eyes al gave him a cold, scornful look, followed by a visible scoff

"Are you really sacrificing your dignity for Lillian, a girwho isn't even your blood relative?" That's just pathetic."

Colin held back his rage, gritting his teeth as he responded, "You're right; Lillian and I aren't related by blood, but she treats me like her real father. She's pushes herself just to make me proud. A child like that incans more to us than blood!" Isabel and Reggie's hearts grew cold upon hearing Colitis words.

"Isabel. I've never asked you for anything. I'm your father, and I hope you'll help Lillian for the sake of our relationship. If not, I'll kneel at your door until you agree! Colin was desperate enough to abandoit all pride.

Seeing Colin try to act like a shameless fool, Reggie didn't know what to do.

Colin was their biological father. Although he was a scoundrel, they couldn't let their father kneel like that,

forever.

Just when Reggie was at a loss, Isabel stepped forward.

"If you want to kneel, do it in a crowded place. That way, there'll be more people watching."

""You!" Colin nearly passed out from anger.

"Stop kneeling. You just want Lillian to be released, don't you? Cut the act, Isabel replied, her voice laced with Greasm.

Tearing this, Colin's eyes immediately brightened. "Are you saying you're willing to take the blame for Lillian?"

"I'm not crazy. Why should I take the blame for that hypocritical woman?" Isabel responded, rolling her eyes subtly.

Colin gritted his teeth and glared at Isabel, his anger building. "Then what do you mean by that?"

Isabel casually sat back on the couch, crossing her legs, her posture confident and unrestrained. She raised an eyebrow and answered the question, "It's simple. The Downeys are after Lillian because I've been pulling the strings behind the scenes." "What did you just say?" Colin's brain momentarily froe at her words. However, as realization hit, his eyes widened in fury, and he glared at Isabel with the intense urge to strangle her.

"You didn't see that coming, did you?" Isabel smirked, her eyes gleaming as she watched Colin.

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Chapter 180 Isabel Can't Sleep, and Neither Can Xander

Colin spat the

herself and now wanto put the blame on me. She hurt me, yet the doesn't allow me to retaliate. Why should I accept that Am I just meant to be bullied by Lillian? Am I born to be the scapegoat for

grew louder and

young? Is it because I didn't meet your expectations? So now I'm supposed to take the blame and be abandoned by

particularly angry about this. She had long since seen

was.

due to

felt a pang of discomfort. But it quickly faded-after all, Isabel was never as important to

took a deep breath and slowly exhaled, her expression returning to

worry.

Reggie, Isabel shifted her focus

can convince the Downeys to let Lillian out soon, but

me," Colin replied quickly, willing to do

of Reg and me again. You're really annoying. Isabel said with a wary

agree. Now, tell me your other

of her death. I'm afraid she

this, a murderous expression crossed

Colin, they stung

unfilial

than

For a moment, no one made a sound. Isabel wasn't in a hurry; she picked up the tea from the table and took a small sip. After a long silence, Colin finally loosened his tightly pressed

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Isabel Can't Sleep,

forced out

wanted nothing more than to tear

Reggie with a mile, her voice tinged with a hint of playful pleading. "Reg. I'm hungry.

stomach, he couldn't help but smile with a mixture of indulgence

I'll make you something to

Reggie in a better mood, Isabel knew

Mi Reg hurry up

the past, she would have never

just hadn't found someone who made her feel like she could be this

11 PM, Isabel had washed up and settled into bed, ready to sleep. Oddly enough, despite

trouble sleeping in new places.

between her legs and focused on counting sheep to help

"One sheep, two sheep..."

counted, Isabel imagined the soft, fluffy sheep

sixty-seven Xanders... sixty-eight