Chapter 62: Chapter 62

Chapter 62 Isabella smiled, but her smile was filled with sadness and bitterness.

“Have I not given enough already? When I was a child, I wanted to be with my wealthy father, but she chose him first, so I stayed silent. Later, when her kidneys failed, I even gave her one of mine. And now... she wants my husband...‘

Her gaze turned ice–cold as she looked at her mother. “So, tell me, why must I give everything to her?”

“It’s you who owe her, not me,” Moore’s mother replied, a trace of guilt flashing in her eyes. “She’s always been pampered, and without Nathan, she wouldn’t survive. Bella, you’ve suffered enough as a child. Without Nathan, you’d adapt to hardship... so please, just give him to your Sis.”

Isabella stared at her mother, her voice trembling, her face as pale as paper. “I’m also your daughter. Why do you think only Victoria deserves happiness, while I must live in the mud for the rest of my life?”

“You’re not just Victoria’s mother. You’re my mother too. How could you do this to me?”

She forced herself to hold back the tears that welled up in her eyes.

“You don’t deserve to be my mother.”

Moore’s mother staggered back. “Why are you being so petty?

Chapter 62 288 Vouch Your Sis’s health isn’t good. It’s only natural that worry about her.”

Isabella felt as though her throat was being ruthlessly constricted. She wanted to speak, but the words wouldn’t come out. Her eyes burned with fury, and her face turned a terrifying red.

She closed her eyes in despair. She knew this was her old affliction flaring up again. The scars her family left on her weren’t just psychological–they had also manifested as severe physical symptoms.

At this moment, she hated her mother, but more than that, she hated Nathan.

Nathan knew full well what would happen when she met her mother, yet he coldly watched as Victoria manipulated her.

How could this man be her husband? She must have been blind.

Suddenly, a hand gently landed on her shoulder, massaging it lightly. A warm, soothing voice whispered in her ear, “Sis, relax.”

It felt like a spring rain on a parched desert. The suffocating pressure in her chest eased, and she slowly began to breathe again.

Moore’s mother, however, paid no attention to her daughter’s suffering. Instead, she scrutinized Theodore, his noble appearance catching her eye, her gaze filled with curiosity.

“Bella, who is this...?”

Isabella saw the greedy glint in her mother’s eyes and rushed to 1288 Vouchers explain, “He’s just a friend.”

But Moore’s mother’s eyes quickly moved from his elegant clothing to the luxurious watch on his wrist. Her gaze was now calculating. “Bella, when did you start hanging out with such a rich young man? Your friend seems to be doing quite well. Do you think you could borrow some money from him? I need a large sum for my medical expenses.”

Isabella’s face turned purple with fury.

Her mother had never taken on the responsibilities of a mother. Now, she was shamelessly exploiting her without boundaries.

This behavior of only seeking attention and affection when needed, but ignoring her when not, strikes her as utterly ridiculous.