Master Odell’s Secret Ex-wife

Chapter 2203

"| never meant to kill him! Roland, you have to believe me. Why would | still try to deceive you when I'm in this state?" "In that case, you can go ahead and explain things to him in the afterlife.”This text is property of Nô/velD/rama.Org.

Master Rockwell was taken aback by this, his demeanor tightened. "You...you..."

Roland looked at him calmly. Don't worry, | won't hurt you. It was Grandma and my parents who raised me. They instilled morals and virtue into me and made sure I'd grow into a decent man."

Master Rockwell was briefly relieved to hear this, but before he could rid himself of his trepidation, Roland continued in a dark voice, "But | won’t forget about you and Decker bribing all those media outlets to defame Isabel. | know you manipulated the stock prices to try to kick me out of the corporation. I'll make sure to settle our score through the legal system."

If convicted guilty, they would have to rot in prison.

“Roland... listen to me, Roland. Decker is your uncle. If you want revenge, you can come at me, can you leave him out of this?" "Has that thought ever crossed your mind when you did what you did to my father?!"

After his tremendous roar came utter silence. Master Rockwell was frightened and froze like a statue.

Roland threw one last glare at him. "I'm never going to let both of you off the hook."

After Isabel stepped out of the ward for a while, Decker showed up.

He was dressed in a casual shirt and regular trousers. His attire was ruffled and had stains on them, a completely different presentation from his usual clean and dignified self. He must not have showered for days.

Isabel was taken aback by the disheveled state he was in. She carefully inched toward the bodyguard that came with them. The bodyguard also assumed a defensive stance, carefully eyeing the approaching Decker the entire while.

Decker stopped about two meters away from her. Upon seeing the cautioned look on Isabel's face, he made a face and said, "Don't worry, | won't do anything to you."

"You can't even if you want to anyway.” Isabel mocked.

He only chuckled. "You're right."

The entire time, he did not take his eyes off her.

After a while, he suddenly asked, "Would you mind if | asked you a few questions?"

There was an uncharacteristic look of sincerity on his face as his usual devilish charm with the cunning hidden underneath was nowhere to be seen.

However, Isabel was in no mood to speak to him, so she shot him down crossly. "| don’t want to talk to you, stay away from me."

Decker fell silent for several seconds, then he presented his question nonetheless. "When you were with me six years ago, why didn't you tell me your true identity? Did you not think that | was not trustworthy and was cautious of me trying to take advantage of your family's wealth? Was that why you hid the truth from me?"

Isabel was not interested in answering his question, but she was also slightly bothered by how he was hinting at her being a manipulative person then.

She expressed with disgust, "Stop trying to apply your logic on me, I'm not as cunning and material driven as you are." Decker made a look. "Then why didn't you tell me?"

"| had a minor accident and hit my head, it caused me to lose my memory."

Back then, she came to Southboro for a short trip. She had only arrived in the city for a while when a thief stole her wallet and ran off. While she was trying to chase the thief down, she fell and hit her head at an odd angle, which gave her temporary amnesia. She only faintly remembered her name but completely forgot everything else about herself.

Decker frowned and seemed skeptical. "You lost your memory?" "Believe whatever you want." "| believe you, | believe everything you say." He assured her with a smile.

It did sound plausible. After all, she was a very timid and gentle person back then when she knew her, a complete contrast to her brazen and bold attitude these days.

Besides, he faintly remember her saying something about a head injury, only he was too busy plotting his takeover of Rockwell Corporation to care about what she had to say.