The Returning Ex

The Returning Ex Chapter 886

The Returning Ex Chapter 886

The family doctor remained at the residence to monitor everyone’s condition. Elder Mr. Bailey was in a bad state, but Old Mr. Bailey was doing even worse. The doctor handed the aspirin to Isabelle and reminded her, “If you’re not in extreme pain, you should stay away from it. Pills are not good for your liver and kidneys.”

She flashed a wry smile at him. “I have no choice now. There are too many matters waiting for me to deal with.”

Next, she took the aspirin, but before the effect kicked in, Mrs. Bailey found her way over, crying and claiming that she heard Dexter. She even invited Isabelle to go with her and look for Dexter.

It had been a full day of wailing and hallucinating for Mrs. Bailey.

To be honest, Isabelle was quite surprised at her mom’s great stamina, which was a rare sight. She reached out to hug Mrs. Bailey and comforted her in a low voice, “Mom, please stop acting this way. If Dexter sees you like this, he won’t leave in peace.”

Mrs. Bailey covered her face, her voice hoarse from the crying. “If he’s worried about us, why did he choose to leave in the first place?” Isabelle did not know how to answer her mom. At this point, any word from her would only evoke more sadness.

Mrs. Bailey slumped onto the floor. “Everything in this house belongs to him. We’ve prepared everything for him. How could he leave us without warning?”

Standing in front of Mrs. Bailey, Isabelle lowered her head and stared on as tears rolled down her cheeks. Now, both her head and her eyes were in pain. She reached out to lift her mom up, but upon consideration, she retracted her arms. “Go ahead and let it all out. If crying makes you feel better, you should release all your emotions.”

Dexter had no channel to release his frustration, which led him to take his own life. Tired of comforting her family, Isabelle stopped doing so and went over to the window.

The relatives who came visiting today had gradually left the grounds. Compared to the others, Isabelle’s mind was very clear; she could tell that none of her relatives was sad at all. Not only that, some of them probably felt gleeful about the unfortunate situation.

Earlier, when Isabelle went downstairs, she overheard the conversations among her relatives. Some snorted and said that there was no point in accumulating wealth when the family lost their heir. If the family did not have inheritors and offsprings, wealth would essentially become useless papers and meaningless numbers.

They’re not wrong. What’s the point of earning money? If only they had not pressured Dexter, if only someone told him to live his life as he wished, he would have still been safe and sound.

The Baileys had accumulated enough wealth in Elder Mr. Bailey’s time; there was no need for Dexter to further expand the family business. Even if Dexter had no skills to offer, their family had enough money to guarantee him a life of luxuries.

Isabelle reminded herself to stop thinking about the what-ifs, for the more she ruminated, the more devastated she felt.

A while later, she heard some noise from the corridor. Elder Mr. Bailey came out of his room with the help of a servant. Upon thinking, she decided to head over and check on him. Although he was not in good shape, he was at least faring better than her dad. He could still walk around, but his son was lying in bed.

Elder Mr. Bailey walked down the corridor slowly. He looked like he had just cried, and the wrinkles on his weathered face deepened. Isabelle walked toward him in silence.

He glanced at her and waved a little, seemingly at a loss for words. Whenever Isabelle saw him, she would feel some complicated emotions in her. However, no matter how hard she tried, she could not identify the source of her feelings.

With the servant’s help, he went downstairs and headed into the backyard. She remained standing in the corridor of the second floor with a blank expression. Soon, she spun around and ran into her grandpa’s room at full speed.

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