Chapter 12 Haven’t We Been Doing Good All Time


    Thinking about it, Isabe felt that she was quite silly. Why would a man who didn''t love her want


    children? It should be a good thing that her n didn''t work out, or the children would not grow up in a


    "I''ll give you 5 million, as I''m afraid it may not be enough." Luke gave the cheque to Isabe.


    Isabe did not say anything else. She directly took the paper and pen, and wrote a IOU to him: "Luke,


    I will try my best to pay you back in a year."


    "To me it’s just a small amount." Luke pushed the IOU back andughed: "Also, he is my teacher, so


    it’s no hurry to pay back."


    "No, if you don''t ept this, then I will not borrow the money." Isabe pushed the cheque back too.


    Luke had no choice but to put the IOU in his pocket: "Okay, but forget the interest."


    Seeing Isabe still wanted to say something, Luke hurriedly said half-jokingly: "If you really feel bad


    about it, then teach Rachel how to read when you have time, just to offset the interest. She kinda


    dislikes kindergarten now."


    After thinking for a moment, Isabe agreed, "Okay, I was very good at studying before."


    "True. You were the first in our province in the college entrance exam that year!" Luke alsoughed


    along.


    Isabe was so grateful that Luke was willing to lend her money, so she wanted to treat him to a good


    meal. But before they left for the restaurant, he got a phone call from hispany telling him to go


    back, "Shall we have dinner next time?"


    "No worries. I’ll treat you next time, Luke." Isabe showed her understanding.


    After seeing Luke off, she also left for the grocery. When she returned to her mother’s apartment, she


    surprisingly saw Christian who leaned on his car with a sullen face.


    "Why are you here?" Isabe Stood a foot away from him, feeling regretful. If she had knew this, she


    would not have told him this address when she rented the apartment for her mother.


    Seeing Isabe, Christian’s face darkened. He strode forward and asked with a questioning tone: "Why


    did you take all your clothes? Are you not living there anymore?"


    "That''s your apartment. I don''t have to live there anymore." Isabe said, trying to avoid the important,


    "Also, my mom has sleeping problems, and I want to take care of her."


    "What about this? Can you exin?" Christian held the document up to Isabe. On the cover were the


    harsh words ‘divorce settlement’, and he couldn’t be more irritated.


    He was really busy today. When he finished everything, he found it was already afternoon.


    He reckoned Isabe should have left hospital. Then he bought some food and went home, but the


    apartment was extremely quiet.


    Not until he entered the bedroom did he realize that Isabe had already took away everything


    belonging to her, with only two coats left in the wardrobe. On the bedside table, there was a divorce


    agreement that Isabe had signed.


    For some reason, he panicked, not knowing why Isabe did this.


    Haven’t they been doing good all time?


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    He quickly called her, but no one answered. Having no idea whether she had cklisted him or not, he


    went so angry that he gave the wardrobe a hard kick. After that, he became even more irritated.


    When he calmed himself, Christian remembered that Isabe once told him the address of the


    apartment she rent for her mother. He immediately rummaged for it in the drawer and finally found a


    note with the address on it. He then drove straight to the apartment, but he did not know which floor


    she was on. So he just kept waiting downstairs.


    "It’s just as what you see." Isabe calmly spoke: "I want a divorce."


    "Isabe, you!" Christian was agitated by her calm expression. He fiercely grabbed her wrist, then the


    bag in Isabe''s hand fell. All the goods scattered all over the ground, "It hasn’t been four years. Why


    are you getting divorce?"


    "I''m exhausted. I don''t want it, okay!" After suppressing herself whole day, Isabe also broke down.


    She stared straight at him: "It really doesn’t matter. We don''t even love each other. Why shouldn’t we


    divorce?"


    Before Christian could say anything, Isabe continued: "Have you ever loved me, Christian?"