The Returning Ex

Chapter 912

Isabelle was shocked and she couldn’t snap out of her daze for a moment.

A while later, she opened the safe. There were many document files in the safety lock, so much so that she was taken aback.

Taking her phone out, Isabelle took a few document files out and started snapping pictures of it.

She didn’t have the time to figure out what these document files were about as she tried her best to snap as many pictures as she could before placing the document files that she took out back according to their original sequence.

Although Elder Mr. Bailey was old, he was still a detailed person, so he could easily notice when the placements of the document files weren’t the same as before.

After tidying up the wardrobe, Isabelle closed the door to the wardrobe and took a deep breath before leaving Elder Mr. Bailey’s room and rushed back into her own room. Then, she started examining the pictures that she took after locking the door to her room.

Isabelle noticed that some of these documents were financial receipts. Instead of professional documentations, these looked more like internal documentations. Moreover, the amount for these financial accounts was too large. It was obviously abnormal.

Although the purchase details were stated on the documents, Isabelle couldn’t understand what was being purchased as everything was replaced with codes.

The more she looked through these documents, the more she realized that something wasn’t right, so she sent John a message to meet up later that night after thinking about it.

Isabelle wanted to discuss what she found with John, and she couldn’t find anyone else to talk about these matters to right now.

However, it seemed like John hadn’t noticed her message as he hadn’t replied to her yet.

Then, Isabelle hesitated for a moment before she headed to her father’s room.

Old Mr. Bailey was standing by the window sill and looking outside. Although he still looked depressed, his condition was slightly better than a while ago.

Isabelle went in and walked over to her father’s side. “Dad, have you eaten yet? Let me get you something to eat.”

However, Old Mr. Bailey shook his head. “It’s fine. I don’t have any appetite.”

Isabelle pursed her lips before saying, “You are our family’s pillar, so you have to stay strong.”

Then, Old Mr. Bailey turned toward Isabelle. “Belle, I can’t hold on anymore. I’m already old and the family will be relying on you in the future, so you mustn’t let us down.”

What he said immediately made Isabelle recall the past. That was what her father used to tell Dexter.

Although Dexter never said anything, he appeared to be happy every time he heard his father say that.

Isabelle could feel Old Mr. Bailey placing all of his expectations that he used to have for Dexter onto her.

Although he was still saddened about what happened to Dexter, he couldn’t help but shift the same expectations onto Isabelle.

However, Isabelle didn’t reply to him as she didn’t know what to say. Even though she could understand her father’s thoughts, she couldn’t agree with his methods.NôvelDrama.Org (C) content.

After accompanying her father for a while, Isabelle heard her mother’s wailing, so she immediately ran toward her room while Old Mr. Bailey stood unmoving next to the window sill. He looked as if he hadn’t heard anything at all.

Her mother was sitting on her bed and wailing loudly while her servant stood next to her, at a loss of what to do, so Isabelle told the servant that she could handle it and asked them to leave.

Then, Isabelle walked over to her mother’s bed after the servant left. She felt her heart aching when she saw her mother’s condition.

Mrs. Bailey used to be a high spirited person that would narrow her eyes with disdain every time she saw anyone, but now, she had become a timid person that wouldn’t look at others in their eyes.

Isabelle sighed as she sat at the side of Mrs. Bailey’s bed before saying, “Mom, I understand that you’re sad, but you need to stay strong. If something really happens to you, our family will really break down.”