Isabella held her phone out at arm’s length and waited for Jennifer to finish her rant. Only when the yelling died down did she bring the phone back to her ear.
“Mom, Ethan is a grown man. He’s thirty, not three. He knows how much he can drink. If he still got drunk, it’s because he wanted to. No one can stop him when he sets his mind to something. I definitely can’t.”
“The staff made breakfast for him ages ago. If he doesn’t want to eat, that’s on him. If he’s hungry, he knows where the kitchen is. If he has a headache, he can make himself some honey water. I’m not about to spoon-feed him.”
On the other end, Jennifer went quiet. She even checked her phone to make sure she’d called the right number. Was Isabella really talking to her like this?
Within seconds, Jennifer snapped and unleashed another storm of complaints.
Isabella didn’t bother arguing. She just put the phone down beside her and let Jennifer yell as much as she wanted. So what if Jennifer got angry? It wasn’t going to hurt her. Was Ethan going to divorce her over this? Not anytime soon. In her last life, she was the one who’d asked for a divorce. If she hadn’t, they would have just kept going forever, married in name only.
If getting yelled at didn’t cost her anything, why should she care? Why waste her energy?
Jennifer kept at it for a good fifteen minutes before finally winding down.
Isabella muttered under her breath, “Wow, she’s got stamina. Still not tired?”
“Isabella Lane, are you even listening?” Jennifer barked.
Isabella picked up the phone. Her tone was calm and sweet. “Yes, Mom, I heard everything. I’ll work on it next time. If there’s nothing else, I’m going to hang up now.”
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