Blizzard First Love and a Wife Who Finally Snaps novel Chapter 446

Given how panicked he was, only Adrian could provoke that kind of reaction from him.

After all, his family had served the Blackwells for generations.

He was a trusted associate of old Mrs. Blackwell, though at times, he was forced into difficult positions.

So, Adrian had to be here.

All she had to do was wait and not be baited out.

"You're not actually fantasizing that Adrian is here, are you?"

The footsteps drew nearer, the voice seemingly right beside her ear.

"We arranged for that truck, too. Even if he did drive here, his car is a wreck by now."

Just as Isabel recognized the voice, she felt something cold and hard press against her head.

She raised her hands in surrender and shot Evelyn a meaningful look.

"Since you're here for me, let my friend go."

"Not a chance." A click echoed—the sound of the safety being disengaged. "I can't let her run off and get help."

"Since you're such good friends, you can die together. You'll have company on the way to hell. Consider it a favor from me, letting bygones be bygones."

Isabel stood in front of Evelyn, shielding her, signaling for her not to make a sound or move.

The person holding the gun wore a mask, so she couldn't see their face.

Right now, there was nothing to do but listen to Isabel.

Isabel said, "Even if you kill me, do you really think you can escape? As I recall, you don't just have a daughter; you have a son, too. You went to great lengths to conceive him, using him to secure your position and drive my mother and me away. You wouldn't throw all that away for your daughter, would you?"

"Right, Mrs. Moore?"

Helen Moore froze for a second, seemingly surprised that Isabel had guessed her identity.

After all, she wasn't using a voice changer.

"You've made too many enemies."

She added, "Even without me, she was destined to die anyway."

"And that's why Adrian can't have a happy ending either," Helen's voice grew shrill with emotion. "Since he likes you so much, let him live in eternal agony."

"I won't be living in agony, and even if I were, you wouldn't be around to see it."

A deep male voice cut through the air.

Helen's eyes widened. "How could you be—?"

Adrian walked toward them as a nearby car's headlights flickered on.

The light illuminated his dark, grim expression.

And his injuries.

Seeing him, Isabel knew. The Bentley that had blocked the truck—he had been driving it.

"Selena's death had nothing to do with me. You should be talking to him," she told Helen. "And the fact that he likes me is his business, not mine. You can't take my life just to get revenge on him."