Deceiving Her Ears: Ignoring Your Call-Chapter 60: All of Janton Will Know the Scandal Between Him and His Little Uncle’s Fiancée
Jessica’s chest was heaving, her face flushed an angry blue.
She was still clutching the now empty glass from throwing the wine, her fingers gripping so tightly they were warped out of shape.
"You’re ruthless! What the hell did I do to deserve your wrath?"
He’d actually ratted her out to her parents—all the stuff about her abortion abroad, her wild parties, the photos—everything laid bare before them.
Now her parents had frozen all her cards, kicked her out of the house, saying they had no daughter like her.
Were they trying to force her to her death?
"Isaac? What’s going on?"
Franklin Finch looked toward Isaac Vaughn.
Weren’t he and Jessica childhood sweethearts? Inseparable?
So why did things blow up like this?
Isaac Vaughn stood up, pressure rolling off him as he closed in.
Jessica instinctively swallowed, taking a step back.
Isaac pressed his tongue to his cheek, half-smiling, half-not: "You so quickly forgot what you did?"
"What did I do..."
Suddenly, Jessica stopped short.
Was it about the photos?
Did Isaac know?
She’d secretly snapped a shot of him and Natalie Kendall kissing, and sent it to Jason Grant.
But in the photos, she’d deliberately blurred Isaac’s face.
She’d only wanted Jason Grant to know what a slut Natalie was, to ruin her in Jason’s eyes.
"I, I..."
"Remember now?" Isaac let out a low laugh, amusement not touching his eyes. "Tell me, didn’t you totally deserve this?"
Even so, what he’d done was just too much!
Jessica thought of the stinging slap from her father, her mother’s shrill, heartbreaking curses—those venomous words, as if she were the most irredeemable criminal, as if she deserved to just die right there and then.
"Fine, I deserved it, I deserved it..." Jessica let out a deranged giggle, then shot Isaac a venomous glare. "But what about you? Isaac Vaughn, you’re hardly anything decent yourself, are you? Ha!"
"You and your little uncle are unengag—uh!"
Jessica hadn’t even finished when a long, slender hand clamped around her throat.
Her face flushed crimson instantly, a suffocating, hopeless terror sweeping over her; her eyes rolled white, halfway over.
"Isaac!"
Franklin Finch panicked.
He rushed to grab Isaac’s arm. "Fuck are you crazy! Let go! Are you trying to kill her?"
Isaac’s face was black with rage, utterly devoid of warmth, his grip only tightening further.
"Shit! Isaac! You fucking—let her go!"
Seeing things go bad, more people joined Franklin, prying open the hand locked around Jessica’s throat.
With difficulty, they finally got her loose.
Jessica’s legs turned to jelly and she collapsed to the floor, tears and snot streaming, clutching her throat and hacking, her whole body convulsing hard from the shock.
Franklin Finch crouched and gripped her shoulder. "Are you okay?"
Through her fingers, he saw the angry red handprints around her neck, and fear chilled him.
Isaac Vaughn really was losing his mind!
Isaac looked murderous, tossing back the wine on the table in one gulp, then took a long stride to leave.
As he passed Jessica on the floor, she shrank even closer to Franklin in terror.
Franklin, still clueless, asked, "What the hell did you do to piss off Isaac this badly?"
Jessica didn’t dare answer, tears pouring down in a messy flood.
Not far away, in a booth—
The man in the baseball cap couldn’t help but start to get up, but was immediately shoved back down by the person beside him.
"Are you insane? Want everyone to know you’re back?"
Scott Quinn swore under his breath, looking sour. "This is fucking suffocating!"
"I went out of my way to help you come back, don’t drag me down!"
With that, Aaron Alden patted Scott’s shoulder. "No need to rush. Let Isaac dance around for a few more days. Very soon, all of Janton will know about him and his uncle’s fiancée’s scandal!"
Hearing it, a wicked gleam flashed in Scott Quinn’s eyes.
Driven out of the country like a stray dog, he couldn’t swallow this grudge if he didn’t settle it!
Isaac Vaughn and Natalie Kendall, those two bastards—just you wait.
He’d drag all their dirty laundry out for the whole world to see!
—— 𝑓𝓇𝘦ℯ𝘸𝘦𝑏𝓃𝑜𝘷ℯ𝑙.𝑐𝑜𝓂
Isaac stood in the kitchen, poured himself a glass of water, and downed it dry-throated.
Behind him, "tap, tap, tap"—the sound of a cane striking the floor came closer.
"Isaac, pour me a glass too, will you?"
Isaac’s fury flared—he looked back, face dark as thunder, and snapped, "Your leg’s lame, so your hands are fucking useless too? You can’t pour your own?"
Ethan Vaughn’s expression shifted, an icy murderous glint in his eyes.
But he quickly recovered, smiling languidly as before.
"Why so touchy? I thought no one had more reason to be happy right now than you."
Isaac couldn’t care less for his sly little barbs and kept walking.
When passing Ethan, though, Ethan prodded, "Isn’t it true? Your uncle’s half-dead, and now you can openly screw his woman."
"You and your mother, both—addicted to being a mistress, filthy to the bone."
"You looking to die?"
A scarlet blaze burned in Isaac’s eyes, rage exploding.
He grabbed Ethan’s collar and swung with a fist.
Ethan, lame leg or not, wasn’t some helpless target.
The two brothers quickly tumbled into a brawl.
Fists flew one after another.
Kicks and punches tangled back and forth.
The racket woke up Ansel Vaughn upstairs.
He hurried down, and the moment he saw them, fire exploded in his eyes. "Enough! Stop it right now!"
"Isaac Vaughn! Stop! You bastard! Stop it!"
Isaac’s fist hung high in the air, before he slowly looked up at his father and gave a cold, thin smile.
Of course—his father only ever cared about the cripple, Ethan.
He staggered upright, didn’t so much as look at Ansel Vaughn, and walked out to the front door.
As he opened the door, he heard his father yelling for the servants to call the family doctor—hurry!
Isaac closed his eyes a moment, then stepped out, his figure swallowed up by the night.
——
Ring.
Ring.
Ring.
Her phone had rung who knows how many times.
Natalie Kendall stared at the caller’s name, expressionless. Did he have some kind of disorder?
"Little Ear."
Someone finally picked up.
Isaac Vaughn switched hands on the phone, his tone flat: "Did I not tell you, from now on, you answer the first time I call?"
"Look for yourself, how many times have I called you?"
Natalie said nothing.
Isaac stretched his legs, breathing out a thick cloud of air. "So cold. Didn’t wear a jacket."
Natalie frowned, confused.
And in the next moment, she heard him say, "Your grandpa won’t let me in. What am I supposed to do if I want to see you?"
And now Natalie understood.
"You came to Mount Corvix?"
"Yeah. Little Ear, can you come out to find me?"
"No," Natalie replied flatly, refusing at once.
Isaac gritted his teeth. "Don’t you want me to sign the divorce papers? Come out, I’ll give them to you."
"Mail them to me."
"I’ll give them to you myself. Come out."
"Isaac, stop making trouble for no reason." Natalie’s voice turned cold, mocking. "It’s useless. No matter what, I will divorce you."
There was a short silence on the other end, then Isaac hung up.
Furious, Natalie threw her phone aside, hard.
*
Who knows how much time passed.
Footsteps sounded, approaching.
By the roadside, Isaac looked up—like a stray dog abandoned by its master.
He saw Natalie Kendall approaching, her pretty face icy cold.
Natalie stopped in front of him, put out her hand and demanded, freezing: "Where are the signed divorce papers?"
Isaac stared at her fair, soft little hand, then grabbed it and yanked.
Natalie gasped—her balance lost, she stumbled forward, right into a warm, broad chest.
"Little Ear."
Isaac nuzzled close to her ear, his breath scorching hot.
Natalie snapped out of it, face still cold, trying to push him off.
Suddenly, headlights blazed on, illuminating the two clinging to each other.
