Deceiving Her Ears: Ignoring Your Call-Chapter 120: In Truth, the Real Target of His Cruelty Is Natalie Kendall
Bar.
Private room.
Isaac Vaughn lifted his foot and kicked Franklin Finch, making Franklin—who was in the middle of flirting with a hot chick in a mini skirt—swear, "Second Master Vaughn, what the hell is wrong with you!"
Isaac’s slender fingers pressed on his phone screen, not bothering to lift his eyelids: "Send me a message. Let’s see if it’s just my phone’s signal acting up."
Franklin grumbled and shot back a two-word reply: Dumbass.
He asked, "Did you get it?"
Isaac’s face darkened noticeably.
Franklin whispered a couple of words to the mini skirt chick, pointed at Isaac, "I’m gonna chat with this dumbass for a bit. Go have fun on your own."
Then he leaned over to Isaac’s phone screen, "What’s up? Natalie hasn’t replied to you?"
Their last message exchange was already six hours and thirty-nine minutes ago.
"Look at you. Maybe she’s out having fun too and hasn’t replied." Franklin pressed Isaac’s phone down, "You’re already out. Can you not kill the mood? Drink!"
He shoved a glass of liquor into Isaac’s hand.
Isaac downed the drink in one go, but the stuffiness in his chest didn’t fade.
He didn’t know why.
Ever since Natalie left, he’d felt a vague, inexplicable sense of unease and agitation.
Franklin teased him for being clingy, said he was half-dead without Natalie, but Isaac knew that wasn’t it.
It was more like something beyond his control was happening—something precious to him was slipping away.
But he was powerless.
Couldn’t do a damn thing.
All he could do was passively accept it.
"Hey, guess who I just saw outside? Jason Grant and Natalie! Shit! How did Natalie end up with Jason Grant again? Isn’t she with Second Master Vaughn..."
The guy who burst in couldn’t wait to excitedly share what he’d just seen, but by the time he noticed Isaac sitting there, it was too late.
The words were already spoken.
Isaac abruptly shot up from the sofa, his jet-black eyes cold and dangerously sharp as he glared at the speaker, "What did you just say?"
"Isaac, chill!" Franklin pressed a hand against Isaac’s chest, turning to the newcomer: "Don’t talk shit, alright! Did you really see Jason Grant with, uh, with who? Natalie?"
The guy snorted, "If you don’t believe me, go see for yourselves. Room 310."
He’d barely finished when Isaac, radiating cold fury, barreled past him, slamming him straight into the doorway.
The guy cursed.
Franklin hurried after them, grabbing the guy by the collar as he passed, "You sure it was Natalie Kendall?"
"S-sure. I think so."
"’I think so’? So you’re not sure? If you’re not fucking sure what the hell are you running your mouth for! Fuck!"
Franklin let him go and sprinted after Isaac.
*
Isaac kicked open the door to Room 310.
The loud bang made everyone inside turn and look.
Jason Grant was still in his wheelchair, holding a bottle in one hand, and gripping the chin of the girl kneeling in front of him with the other.
The front of the girl’s shirt was soaked, and liquor was still dripping from her chin.
The bottle in Jason’s hand was already half empty.
Clearly, he’d been force-feeding the girl alcohol right before Isaac barged in.
The girl’s eyes were brimming with tears, her cheeks flushed—probably from all the booze she’d been forced to down.
Long, straight black hair, jeans and a sweatshirt.
To outsiders, she did look about seventy or eighty percent like Natalie.
No wonder they mistook her.
But to Isaac, she looked nothing like her at all.
"Second Master Vaughn, fancy running into you," Jason Grant gripped the girl’s arm and pulled her up, making her sit on his lap.
Then he pinched her chin, forcing her to face Isaac, his tone mocking, half-smiling: "Take a look, Isaac—does she look like her or not?"
If Jason hadn’t said that, Isaac probably would’ve just turned around and left.
If it wasn’t Natalie Kendall, he didn’t care what happened to anyone else—he wasn’t interested in playing hero.
But Jason had to ask that question.
Now Isaac couldn’t walk away.
This wasn’t coincidence—it was deliberate.
Jason Grant had intentionally found a girl who looked like Natalie, humiliating her to feed his twisted pleasure.
On the surface, he was torturing this girl, but in his heart, the real target was Natalie Kendall.
There’s no way Isaac was letting him get away with it, letting him have his sick fun.
"Isaac!" Franklin caught up.
One look inside and he let out a sigh of relief: "Told you it couldn’t be true! Hey, Isaac!"
He watched as Isaac strode into Room 310 on his long legs.
Gritting his teeth, he could only follow him in.
Isaac walked up to Jason’s wheelchair, looking down at the girl in his arms.
"Uncle Jason, enjoying yourself?"
"Hell yeah, I am."
Jason twisted the girl’s face back and bit down hard on her lips. Blood immediately gushed out; the girl let out a cry of pain, but was too scared to make it loud.
"Fuck!" Franklin muttered under his breath, thinking Jason Grant was seriously messed up.
Isaac’s eyes were ice cold, his gaze dark.
He suddenly yanked the girl out of Jason’s lap, shoving her behind him.
Franklin immediately pulled her behind himself.
The girl huddled behind Franklin, trembling, but she couldn’t stop herself from peeking at Isaac’s back.
"Isaac, what’s that supposed to mean?" Jason’s smile vanished, replaced by rage.
The room was full of Jason’s friends, but none of them dared mess with Isaac—everyone kept dead quiet.
Isaac leaned down and in a low voice only Jason could hear, said, "Uncle Jason, knock it off. Isn’t The Grant Group already keeping you busy enough?"
"You!" Jason gritted his teeth, "So you really are targeting The Grant Group! What the hell do you want!"
Isaac straightened up, refusing to answer the obvious question.
He wanted to take over The Grant Group.
Wasn’t it obvious?
Isaac and Franklin took the girl out, handing her off for Franklin to take care of while Isaac went off to smoke somewhere.
The suffocating feeling in his chest only got worse.
He blew a smoke ring, when suddenly his phone pinged.
Natalie: [What’s wrong?]
Isaac, cigarette in mouth, called her.
If she didn’t want a video call, at least she’d pick up a voice call.
It took a while before Natalie answered.
"Hello."
Just that one word and Isaac knew something was off.
"Why do you sound so weak?"
"Hm? Do I?"
Before he could say anything else, Isaac could vaguely hear background noise, sounded like a doctor making rounds.
"Little Ear, are you at the hospital?" He tensed.
"Uh, yeah. Nina has a bit of a cold," Natalie said. "I’m just here to keep her company."
As soon as she finished, Isaac heard Nina coughing.
"Then keep your distance," Isaac said, sounding a little annoyed.
Suddenly Natalie said she had something to do and hung up.
Isaac stared at his phone, suspicion clouding his mind.
Meanwhile—
Natalie, face pale, set down her phone.
Nina bit her lip, "I told you there’s no point answering his call—just ignore him!"
Natalie glanced at her stern face, muttering softly, "Don’t be mad."
Nina was upset and worried at the same time.
Just as she was about to say something, the door to the hospital room knocked.
