Ex Cried as I Wed a Tycoon

Chapter 455

Grace let out a cold laugh. She turned to Isabel and sneered, "Isabel, you mess things up and then try to pin the blame on me. Isn't that a bit ridiculous?"

"You..." Isabel bristled, but as much as she hated to admit it, Grace had a point.

She just didn't want to acknowledge it.

Grace continued, “Honestly, I've never met anyone as clueless as you. If you went through all the trouble to lure Fidelia out, you should've washed your hands of it afterward. You could've played the innocent victim-just another casualty-rather than hovering around, terrified someone else would botch things."

"If something really happened to Fidelia and you kept your nose clean, Effie would be the one in trouble right now. Think about that for a second."

Every word landed like a knife, and Isabel found herself almost speechless from the sting.

"Grace, do you really think you're blameless in all this? Aren't you afraid I'll expose what you've done online?"

Grace just laughed a low, dismissive sound that made Isabel's skin crawl.

"What exactly have I done? If you've got evidence, by all means, show it to me," Grace replied coolly.

Isabel had nothing. She knew it. She hated herself for it.

Grace had dug this hole for her from the start, and she'd been foolish enough to walk right into it.

"Maybe you should try to keep a lower profile these days, Isabel," Grace advised, her voice icy.

Isabel bit back her frustration. "Shut up! Mind your own business-and go take care of your crippled husband."

Without warning, Grace hung

like a small victory, a sly smile

faded fast; her smile

yet

to go shopping with

similar texts had

and more irritated by

offered, "Why don't you just

head.

her accused of who-knows-what. Last time, Marcia had gotten chewed out by

"Effie."

was imagining things,

the café near her

enough, Fidelia was standing in front

Effie was speechless.

and eyed Fidelia. "Don't

"Nope, no class this afternoon. I want to go shopping, and you're coming

I have to

work? Can't your brother take care

own mother had been supported

no one ever complained.

work because I

you

course Fidelia thought that way-she'd grown