Deceiving Her Ears: Ignoring Your Call-Chapter 70: She Called Him First

"Isaac!"

Sylvia Vaughn walked in.

Isaac Vaughn was holding his phone, listening to Ethan Vaughn on the other end, speaking with fake regret about something having happened to Natalie Kendall.

Sylvia furrowed her brow and strode over, took the phone from his hand for a look, and hung up right away.

"Don’t panic yet, we haven’t received any bad news."

At this point, no bad news counts as good news.

"Give me the phone!"

Isaac snatched the phone back, his face dark and violent, but when dialing, his hand shook badly.

——

Mount Corvix.

Sebastian Beckett put down his phone and dumped all the documents on the table across, hitting Matthew Beckett and Julian Beckett.

"Where are they!"

Matthew quickly answered, "We’re searching, Dad, please take care of yourself. The search is underway."

Julian clenched his blood-stained diamond watch, chest tight with numb pain.

He took a step forward, voice hoarse, "Grandpa, don’t worry, we’ll find Nat as quickly as possible. She’ll be okay."

Though he said that, he wasn’t really sure inside.

After all, the accident scene was just too brutal.

Sebastian’s anger hadn’t faded, staring coldly at the father and son, "Why are there only you two? Where’s Julian’s mom? What? She dares to do it, but doesn’t dare to show up? Afraid I’ll hand her to the police and charge her with murder?"

Julian froze.

Matthew’s face looked worse than ever. "Dad, Xinping’s mental state hasn’t been good for a long time. This time was just impulsiveness."

Sebastian roared, "It’s all your fault! If you hadn’t messed around with another woman back then, you and Julian’s mom wouldn’t be like this now! She wouldn’t be so full of hatred and end up doing something like this!"

Getting ruthlessly scolded in front of his son stung Matthew’s pride hard—he was always revered by others outside.

But he didn’t dare argue back now.

His father was getting old, and the Beckett family head position and company powers were about to change hands—he had to be extra cautious now.

"Get out! If you can’t find Natalie, don’t come see me!"

——

Sylvia saw Isaac finally put his phone down, looking utterly drained.

She steadied his shoulders and whispered, "I’ll figure out a way to get you out."

She figured Isaac must be burning with anxiety to look for Natalie Kendall.

She hadn’t expected him to say, "Grandpa won’t let me leave."

"I know, I’m trying to—"

"Forget it. Better not piss off the old man right now. Otherwise, the place he ships me off to might not be Rhovan but some even shittier corner."

Sylvia paused.

Her look at Isaac was tinged with surprise.

She’d thought Natalie would be his top priority right now, but it turned out Grandpa’s opinion, his own future came first.

Suddenly she recalled when they previously talked about Natalie, he’d made no secret of using her.

So maybe now that she’d lost her value, whatever hint of real feeling he’d once had was gone too?

Sylvia felt a chill.

She felt cold for Natalie Kendall, whose fate was still unknown.

*

p.m.

Ethan Vaughn returned to the Vaughn Residence.

The housekeeper came up to ask if he’d like some supper.

Ethan was in a good mood tonight and really was a bit hungry, so he nodded.

The housekeeper was about to head to the kitchen when Ethan called after, "Where’s Isaac?"

"Second Young Master has probably gone to bed by now, sir."

"Upstairs?" Ethan sounded surprised.

He’d assumed Isaac would be pulling out all stops to sneak out and look for Natalie Kendall’s whereabouts by now.

He sure made it look like he really cared.

"Yes, Second Young Master has been in his room this whole time."

Ethan frowned.

Things weren’t playing out how he’d expected, which made him very unhappy.

Clicking his cane, he went upstairs to Isaac’s room.

He didn’t bother knocking, just pushed the door open and entered.

The room was dark; he could make out a shape under the bedcovers.

Really asleep?

Can he really sleep?

Ethan’s cane tapped "tap tap" as he approached the bed.

"Fucking noisy!"

Isaac jerked upright and grabbed the pillow, hurling it across the room.

The pillow hit Ethan, a vein jumping on his forehead as he fought to contain his temper.

He forced a stiff smile, "So early to bed, huh, Isaac? Want some supper?"

"Eat your fucking supper! If you want it, go eat it yourself! Get out!"

Ethan’s face darkened even more, but he continued, "Isaac, about Natalie Kendall—"

Isaac cut him off with a cold laugh, "What? Disappointed I didn’t fight grandpa to run outside for her?"

"Just a woman. Not worth pissing grandpa off."

Ethan’s expression completely collapsed, his face black as the bottom of a pot.

He gritted his teeth, squeezing out a smile, "Seems Grandpa was right to send you to Rhovan for training. You haven’t even left yet, but your attitude’s already changed."

"Alright then, won’t bother you sleeping."

Ethan turned on his cane and strode out, the coldness in his eyes leaking out in waves.

He’d just left when the housekeeper came to report.

"Sir, your supper is ready. Do you want it in the dining room or shall I bring it to your room?"

"Not hungry, dump it."

Ethan said coldly, slammed his own door shut with a bang.

——

Two weeks later.

Rhovan.

Isaac Vaughn, dressed casually, sunglasses on, suitcase in hand, walked out of the VIP channel.

He couldn’t hide that unapproachable aura, strong presence.

Passersby shot him glances, thinking he must be some kind of celebrity.

Charles Peterson wiped his sweat as he ran up from the other side, gasping, "Mr., Mr. Vaughn, sorry. I— I went to the wrong place. You’ve been waiting long?"

Isaac pushed his sunglasses down with a finger, black eyes landing on the short man in an out-of-date suit, voice cool: "No problem. Where’s the car?"

This was the hottest time in Rhovan.

Standing outside for less than five minutes, he was already drenched; desperate for air-conditioning in a car.

"Mr. Vaughn, the car from company hasn’t arrived yet, all the other pool cars are occupied. I—I ordered a car, it should be here soon."

Charles glanced down at his phone.

"Driver’s just one kilometer away. Almost here, almost here."

Isaac: "..."

*

He went to the branch office, put on a show, rejected the welcome banquet, and left straight away.

News traveled back to Janton.

Ethan Vaughn gave a cold laugh, ordered them to keep watching him.

*

Isaac pushed open the courtyard gate and walked in. A pretty white villa appeared ahead.

He went straight up to the second floor, to the first room on the right.

He paused at the door, drew a couple deep breaths, then reached out and pushed it open.

The window was open, and the wind from outside blew the white curtains.

On the spotless bed, a thin figure sat hugging her knees.

She heard the sound, turned her head to look.

Their eyes met.

Isaac could hear his own heart pounding hard.

He opened his mouth but didn’t manage to make a sound.

"Isaac?"

She was the first to speak.

Isaac immediately strode over, long legs closing the distance in a flash.

"Little Ear!"

He grabbed her hand, wild joy flooding his chest.

But in the next second, Natalie coldly pulled her hand out of his grasp.