Chapter 1159: Chapter 1159: Encountering the Whole Family’s Interrogation
Isabelle was still stammering when she suddenly heard a sound from her phone. She was momentarily dazed before realizing she hadn’t ended the call with Jeffrey Foster. Her whole body instantly tensed up as she woodenly stared at the phone in her hand.
"Isabelle? Can you hear me?" Jeffrey Foster suddenly noticed the silence from the other side and asked with a frown.
Isabelle instinctively nodded, but soon remembered she was talking to the phone, so she hurriedly mumbled an "um". On the other end, Jeffrey Foster repeated what he had just said.
"No... no, right?" Isabelle’s voice changed, and when she looked up, she found her parents and brother were all staring intently at her. She shivered, forcing a particularly awkward smile at them, and the next moment her mother snatched her phone away.
Isabelle’s eyes widened in shock, having not prepared herself at all, "Mom, don’t do this!"
But it was too late, Mrs. Martin was already speaking into the phone, "Who is this?"
"Hello, Auntie, I’m Jeffrey Foster, the owner of building nine." Jeffrey Foster very politely addressed Mrs. Martin, then briefly explained how, due to Isabelle’s injury, he had to be hospitalized and she had to look after him.
After Mrs. Martin listened, she finally understood the magnitude of the trouble Isabelle was in, but she felt something wasn’t quite right. Hanging up the phone, she looked at Isabelle, "Did you break his bones?"
"Hehe, it wasn’t intentional, it wasn’t intentional." Not knowing what Jeffrey Foster had told her mother over the phone, Isabelle laughed awkwardly.
At this moment, her brother exclaimed in shock, "Sis, that’s too harsh, breaking someone’s bones just to pursue them and then taking care of them..."
"Kent! You’re asking for it!" Isabelle shouted in surprise upon hearing her brother’s words.
Mr. and Mrs. Martin both looked at their son, especially Mrs. Martin, who tugged at her son’s ear, "Tell me honestly what you know!"
"Mom... mom, be gentle, I was just guessing randomly!" Kent, feeling his sister’s deadly gaze, hastily made up excuses, but Mrs. Martin tightened her grip, causing him to howl in pain and shout, "Mom, I’ll talk, I’ll talk..."
Isabelle felt dizzy, rushing to cover her brother’s mouth, but Mrs. Martin shot her a sharp look, making Isabelle reluctantly withdraw and shake her fist at her brother.
Thirty minutes later, Mr. and Mrs. Martin both looked at their daughter, feeling extremely pained, while Isabelle sat across from them, nudging the corner of her mouth, pondering a way to escape tonight.
"Sit up straight!" Mrs. Martin suddenly commanded, making Isabelle sit straight in surprise, her eyes pleading as she looked at her father.
Unfortunately, her dear father didn’t help her tonight either; his face was even colder than her mother’s.
Isabelle felt desperate and glared fiercely at her brother.
Kent, now no longer smug, awkwardly grinned at his sister with an embarrassed look of his own.
"Why are you looking at your brother? Can he erase the foolish things you’ve done?" Mrs. Martin sneered coldly.
Isabelle quickly straightened her spine and shook her head at her mother in a fawning manner, "No, he can’t."
"Ah, still knowing he can’t, then tell me what exactly you want to do? You, a girl, don’t understand the concept of propriety, justice, and honor. For a man, you gave up years of medical studies just to stay in the neighborhood as a property manager. Now it’s even worse, breaking his bones and sending him to the hospital. Explain to your mom, have you filled your head with nonsense all these years?" Mrs. Martin was furious, wondering how her well-behaved daughter could be so obsessed.
Isabelle couldn’t help but defend herself softly, "The broken bones were an accident, I wasn’t intentional."
"You still have the nerve to argue?" Mrs. Martin suddenly raised her voice.
This silenced not only Isabelle but also her father and brother.
Mrs. Martin snorted coldly, "Tell me, did you manage to get the man?"
Isabelle shivered, surprised at her mother’s quick change of topic and the sharpness of the question. She dropped her head helplessly and shook it.
Mrs. Martin almost jumped up upon seeing this, "After all your efforts, you still didn’t get him? Isabelle, aren’t you ashamed?"
"What else can I do?" Isabelle muttered in grievance.
Mrs. Martin took a deep breath, "Foolish, this man needs enticing—cough, cough, cough. Tell me about this man; I actually want to know what charm he has that has bewitched my daughter."
"Actually... there’s not much charm." Earlier, Kent had only revealed she liked a man recently moved into the neighborhood and didn’t know the specifics, and Isabelle didn’t want her parents to have prejudices against Jeffrey Foster because of his eyes.
Seeing her daughter’s guilty conscience, Mrs. Martin suddenly asked, "How old is he?"
Isabelle was momentarily stunned before answering honestly, "He turns thirty-one after the new year."
Not just Mrs. Martin, even Mr. Martin changed his expression, although he didn’t frown as strongly as his wife.
But Mrs. Martin was different; she stared at her obviously guilty daughter, "A thirty-one-year-old bachelor?"
Isabelle shook her head fiercely, surprised her mother thought of this angle, waving her hands quickly, "Mom, don’t think that way, I’m not that kind of person!"
"Mom also thinks you aren’t that type, but for a thirty-one-year-old man to be unmarried, it’s not mommy being prejudiced. Such men are either playboys lingering among women or have some physical defects rejected by the marriage market. Of course, the last possibility is he is too excellent, setting his standards too high. Which type is he?" Mrs. Martin, living in the exclusive Rose Valley residents area, was certainly not an ordinary woman. One sentence revealed the essence of the matter.
Isabelle became more and more embarrassed, lowering her head without speaking.
Mr. Martin grew impatient, "Could it be you, silly girl, really fell for a playboy? But in our neighborhood, there are no Foster playboys!"
Mrs. Martin remained silent, staring at her daughter’s reddening eyes, resisting her softening heart. As a mother, she had to be firm sometimes.
Especially this matter, as it concerned her daughter’s lifelong happiness.
Isabelle, seeing she couldn’t fool them, finally spoke helplessly, "He’s probably a combination of the second and third type."
"Ha, physically flawed yet setting high standards? Isabelle, you really know how to choose men!" Mrs. Martin laughed bitterly in anger.
Isabelle indignantly responded, "I meant excellent, he’s particularly outstanding. If he weren’t blind, how could I have a chance to like him!"
This protective stance left Mrs. Martin both angry and upset, "So, it’s a blind man you’re in love with?"
"Mom, you can’t talk about him like that, he’s already in pain from being blind, don’t say that." Isabelle stood up agitatedly, her worst fears realized, her heart aching as if stabbed by needles.
Mrs. Martin noticed her daughter’s emotions and realized her words were out of line, sighed softly, "Isabelle, you’re still young. I don’t know what that man has done to make you defend him like this, but have you ever thought that he, as a visually impaired person, might never see, relying on a cane forever, unable to take care of you, and instead needing your lifelong care? Can you really handle that?"
"Mom, you’re thinking too far ahead, he hasn’t even agreed to be with me yet." Isabelle discouragedly thought if Jeffrey Foster was willing, then what was a lifetime of blindness she couldn’t care for him? As long as she could be with him, she was willing to take care of him for a lifetime.
"Isabelle..."
"Mom and Dad, he’s really good, really excellent. If he wasn’t blind... I might never have been able to meet him in my whole life. You think blindness is a burden, but to me, if he wasn’t blind, then I wouldn’t have a chance!" Isabelle Martin listened to her mother still trying to persuade her, so she simply gave up and spilled her heart out.
The Martin parents looked at their daughter in shock, almost unable to believe that their daughter would be glad that a man she wanted to be with was blind.
For a moment, the entire Martin family living room was so quiet it was suffocating.
Kent Martin silently gave a thumbs up to his sister, "This is wild. Did you break his bones because you couldn’t catch him? Sis, you’re really ruthless. I want to mourn for my future brother-in-law for three seconds, tsk tsk!"
"Shut up!" Mrs. Martin growled at her son.
Kent Martin quickly shut his mouth.
The atmosphere slightly eased a bit because of this, and Mrs. Martin looked at her daughter with complex emotions, wanting to ask if Isabelle had intentionally caused Jeffrey Foster’s injury, but ultimately not voicing it. She then took a deep breath and changed the topic, "Tell us why he’s so excellent?"
"His name is Jeffrey Foster, you can Google it yourself." Isabelle was listless, and hearing her mother’s question, she replied perfunctorily, feeling terribly upset inside. Were her parents also just as conventional?
Mrs. Martin almost choked on her daughter’s words, raised her hand wanting to hit Isabelle but was stopped by her husband. She said angrily, "Just spoil her, and see what chaos she’s become! Who knows, one day she might end up in the social news!"
"Or maybe even the legal news." Kent Martin added quietly.
Mrs. Martin wanted to hit her son again!
Kent Martin quickly dodged back, loudly changing the topic, "Don’t say, Dad, do you think the name Jeffrey Foster sounds familiar?"
"It really does. I thought it sounded familiar earlier. Could he be some big celebrity? Our neighborhood is home to quite a few stars, and many who are past their prime." Mr. Martin said while looking at his daughter.
Isabelle covered her face, what are they talking about?
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A bit later, a refresh.
"Actually... he’s not all that charming." Earlier, Kent Martin had only mentioned that she liked a man who had recently moved into their neighborhood, but he didn’t know much about the guy, and Isabelle didn’t want her parents to have a bias against Jeffrey Foster because of his blindness.
Seeing her daughter’s guilty look, Mrs. Martin suddenly asked, "How old is he?"
Isabelle paused again, then answered truthfully, "He’ll be thirty-one after the New Year."
Not only Mrs. Martin but Mr. Martin’s expression changed immediately. However, he wasn’t as forceful as his wife, only frowning.
But Mrs. Martin was different. She stared at her clearly guilty daughter, "An unmarried thirty-one-year-old man?"
Isabelle shook her head vigorously upon hearing this. She hadn’t expected her mother to think in that direction and quickly waved her hand, "Mom, don’t overthink. I’m not that kind of person!"
"Mom doesn’t think you’re that kind of person, but a thirty-one-year-old unmarried man... Mom isn’t being prejudiced. Such a man is either a player or has some bodily defect that makes him undesirable in the marriage market. Of course, there’s also the possibility that he’s too outstanding and has high standards. Which type is he?" Mrs. Martin wasn’t an ordinary woman, having lived in an upscale villa area like Rose Valley, easily uncovering the crux of the matter with one sentence.
Isabelle was incredibly embarrassed, lowering her head and saying nothing.
Mr. Martin became anxious, "Could this girl really have fallen for a playboy? But there’s no flirty guy with the last name Foster in our neighborhood!"
Mrs. Martin said nothing, only staring at her daughter’s reddened eyes. It wasn’t that she wasn’t softened, but as a mother, she sometimes needed to be firm.
Especially since this matter concerned her daughter’s lifelong happiness.
Seeing that she couldn’t fool them, Isabelle finally had no other choice but to say, "He should be a combination of the second and third types."
"Oh, so he’s got a defect but high standards? Isabelle Martin, you really know how to pick a man!" Mrs. Martin laughed in exasperation.
Isabelle retorted angrily, "I said he’s excellent. He’s particularly excellent. If it weren’t for his blindness, when would it be my turn to like him!"
With this protective stance, Mrs. Martin was both angry and frustrated, "So you’re saying the one you like is blind?"
"Mom, you can’t talk about him like that. He’s already suffering from his blindness, don’t say it like that." Isabelle stood up agitatedly, with her worst fear materializing, her heart felt like it was being pricked by needles.
Seeing her daughter like this, Mrs. Martin realized she had misspoken, sighed lightly, "Isabelle, you’re still young. I don’t know how that man has bewitched you to protect him like this, but have you considered that as a visually impaired person, he might never be able to see in his lifetime, relying on a cane, unable to take care of you, and instead needing your care for the rest of your life? Can you truly handle that?"
"Mom, you’re thinking too far ahead. He hasn’t even agreed to be with me yet." Isabelle thought dejectedly, if Jeffrey Foster were willing, why couldn’t she take care of him despite his blindness for a lifetime? As long as she could be with him, she was willing to care for him forever.
"Isabelle..."
"Mom and Dad, he’s really good, really excellent. If he wasn’t blind... I might never have been able to meet him in my whole life. You think blindness is a burden, but to me, if he wasn’t blind, then I wouldn’t have a chance!" Isabelle listened to her mother still trying to persuade her, so she simply gave up and spilled her heart out.
The Martin parents looked at their daughter in shock, almost unable to believe that their daughter would be glad that a man she wanted to be with was blind.
For a moment, the entire Martin family living room was so quiet it was suffocating.
Kent Martin silently gave a thumbs up to his sister, "This is wild. Did you break his bones because you couldn’t catch him? Sis, you’re really ruthless. I want to mourn for my future brother-in-law for three seconds, tsk tsk!"
"Shut up!" Mrs. Martin growled at her son.
Kent Martin quickly shut his mouth.
The atmosphere slightly eased a bit because of this, and Mrs. Martin looked at her daughter with complex emotions, wanting to ask if Isabelle had intentionally caused Jeffrey Foster’s injury, but ultimately not voicing it. She then took a deep breath and changed the topic, "Tell us why he’s so excellent?"
"His name is Jeffrey Foster, you can Google it yourself." Isabelle was listless, and hearing her mother’s question, she replied perfunctorily, feeling terribly upset inside. Were her parents also just as conventional?
Mrs. Martin almost choked on her daughter’s words, raised her hand wanting to hit Isabelle but was stopped by her husband. She said angrily, "Just spoil her, and see what chaos she’s become! Who knows, one day she might end up in the social news!"
"Or maybe even the legal news." Kent Martin added quietly.
Mrs. Martin wanted to hit her son again!
Kent Martin quickly dodged back, loudly changing the topic, "Don’t say, Dad, do you think the name Jeffrey Foster sounds familiar?"
"It really does. I thought it sounded familiar earlier. Could he be some big celebrity? Our neighborhood is home to quite a few stars, and many who are past their prime." Mr. Martin said while looking at his daughter.
Isabelle covered her face, what are they talking about?