Chapter 190 Isaac, Falling into the Trap
Sympathize with Piper?
Unless she's crazy.
Never mind how Piper treated her before.
Just think about the other trafficked children.
Didn't those children have parents who cherished them too?
Piper thought carefully about everything for her own son, but what about the parents who lost their children because of her?
Human traffickers deserve to die.
Everyone in that village who participated in or turned a blind eye to trafficking deserves to die.
"My mom already turned herself in. Are you satisfied now? Can you leave?"
Isaac looked at her coldly.
Amelia stared back just as coldly.
"Did I say I was leaving?"
Isaac was stumped, then got angry.
"You're breaking our agreement?"
Amelia smiled mockingly. "Didn't you already guess I wouldn't keep my word? But you still had your mom turn herself in, because deep down, you also felt she would be a burden to you. You should be thanking me right now, shouldn't you?"
"You—you—"
Isaac was so angry that he was about to curse.
Amelia spoke up at that moment. "Don't worry, I'm not leaving, but I won't say a word either."
"If you're not going to say anything, why not just leave?"
Of course to watch his downfall.
But Amelia didn't say this out loud.
It wasn't the time to start provoking Isaac yet.
"Because I'm a guest invited by Doris. If I left without even seeing her, what would that look like?"
Amelia's eyes held a smile. Isaac couldn't tell if she was telling the truth or lying.
But before he could say anything else, Maeve came downstairs with the Sullivan couple.
Roman came down with them too.
Isaac quickly went up to greet them.
But none of the three even glanced at him. Instead, they all warmly greeted Amelia.
Doris, being a woman, had more to chat about with Amelia.
She smiled and patted "Lyric" in Amelia's arms, saying, "This is the puppy you mentioned, right? It really is adorable."
Amelia wasn't afraid of Lyric anymore.
Yesterday, Samuel had spent the whole day helping them bond.
Now she could hold Lyric, and Lyric really liked being held by her.
Amelia said, "I heard you wanted to get a dog, so I brought Lyric over for you to see. If you like it, I can recommend the same pet store to you."
"If you're recommending it, Ms. Richardson, it must be good. I'll get a puppy from this store."
"Okay."
Isaac was completely ignored on the side, extremely embarrassed.
But he breathed a slight sigh of relief.
Because, from listening to Doris and Amelia chat, he confirmed that Amelia wasn't here to ruin his plans.
Doris wanted a dog, so she had invited Amelia to bring one over.
It's just that this dog was also named Lyric.
The same name as the little black dog at home that he killed and ate after it got old.
He felt inexplicably uncomfortable.
Maeve coughed awkwardly at this moment.
Isaac looked over and saw Maeve signaling with her eyes. Only then did he speak again: "Hello, everyone. I'm Isaac, Maeve's boyfriend."
All three looked at him, and without exception, their eyes showed they didn't welcome him.
Isaac's smile became even more forced.
But he didn't have much time.
Isaac took a deep breath and said, "I came here today to ask for her hand in marriage."
The three people's faces instantly darkened.
Roman even greeted Amelia before going straight back upstairs.
Isaac felt even more embarrassed.
Bobby spoke expressionlessly: "My hearing has been having problems lately. Say that again—what are you here for?"
His gaze carried powerful pressure.
In front of Amelia, Bobby's pressure didn't show.
But in front of Isaac, this pressure was very obvious.
Isaac got a little scared.
But Maeve gave him an encouraging look, and he immediately strengthened his resolve and spoke again.
"Mr. and Mrs. Sullivan, I came here today to ask for her hand in marriage! Maeve and I are perfectly matched. My feelings for her are genuine. If I marry her, I will definitely treat her even better in the future."
"Ridiculous!"
Bobby made no effort to hide his contempt for Isaac.
"My precious daughter—whoever she marries will treat her well. Who would dare treat her badly? Besides, when a couple gets married, isn't the most basic thing treating each other well? Apart from this most basic thing, what else can you give her?"
Isaac's face went pale.
Before he could say anything, Bobby continued: "You can't give her anything. Instead, she can give you many things. Money, status, power—as long as you marry her, you'll get everything. If you don't treat her well, what else would you do?"
Isaac's mouth twitched.
Bobby's words were too blunt.
So blunt he couldn't refute them.
"Get out!" Bobby directly told him to leave. "I will never marry my daughter to someone like you."
Isaac was almost exploding with anger.
Someone like him?
What kind of person was he?
What was wrong with him?
Although he was born in a remote mountain village, he had been hardworking and diligent since childhood.
He was the only college student from their mountains.
And from a prestigious university at that.
Aside from his poor background, wasn't he excellent in every other way?
He was about to speak when Amelia suddenly made a sound.
Everyone instinctively looked over.
It turned out "Lyric" in Amelia's arms was restless and broke free, running toward the door.
"Stop it!"
Amelia called out.
Isaac was closest to the door.
He didn't want to bother with Amelia's dog.
But Doris also spoke: "Isaac, catch Amelia's dog!"
Isaac had no choice but to help.
Although the puppy ran fast, its legs were still very short. Isaac reached out and scooped up Lyric.
But the next second, the puppy sniffed his face and suddenly bit down.
The expected pain didn't come—he just felt something cool on his face.
Oh no!
Isaac was startled and immediately threw the dog away.
But it was too late.
The puppy had pulled off his human skin mask and was holding it in its mouth.
Everyone in the room except Amelia was badly startled.
Some servants even screamed: "A monster!"
Isaac's heart raced as he instinctively covered his face.
"No—I'm not a monster..."
"Where did this monster come from! Get out!" Bobby spoke at this moment, his face full of disgust, besides shock.
Isaac saw it.
He couldn't worry about covering his face anymore and hurriedly explained to Bobby: "Mr. Sullivan, it's me, I'm Isaac! I have a skin condition, it'll get better soon..."
"No! Monster! You're a monster!"
Isaac's face kept turning pale.
"I'm really not a monster..."
He looked desperately at Maeve: "Maeve, help me!"
Maeve didn't say anything, just stared fixedly at his face.
Isaac got more anxious, speaking rapidly: "My skin condition will get better. Mr. Sullivan, Maeve is pregnant with my child. Before the wedding, my face will definitely heal."
"Pregnant with your child? Bullshit!" Bobby cursed. "Crazy person talking nonsense—get him out of here!"
The servants were a bit scared and didn't move for a moment.
Because Isaac's face was really too frightening.
And seeing the human skin peel off his face—that process was something you'd only see in horror movies.
"She really is pregnant with my child! Maeve, say something!"
He put all his last hope on Maeve.
But Maeve spoke at this moment: "What pregnant with your child? I'm not pregnant. I would never carry a monster's child."
Isaac's eyes widened.
"That's not what you told me the day before yesterday..."
"What did I say the day before yesterday? A monster dares to ask for my hand in marriage! What do you think you are? You think you're worthy of me? Get lost!"
Maeve's voice was cold and harsh, no longer hiding her inner disgust for Isaac.
Once upon a time, she had genuine feelings for Isaac.
But that bit of sincerity had long turned into disgust after she investigated Isaac's background.
Marrying Isaac would mean being dragged down by him and his mother.
She didn't want to find herself in such a predicament.
Doris spoke at this moment: "Just call the police! He dares to slander Maeve's reputation. Someone like this shouldn't be out there, disgusting people."
Maeve nodded: "Call the police! So he won't appear in front of me again. Doesn't even look in the mirror to see what he looks like—is he worthy of me?"
"No, no, Maeve, my face will get better, it'll get better soon!"
He couldn't care about dignity anymore and knelt directly in front of Maeve, constantly telling her he loved her, and his face would heal.
But Maeve covered her nose and said: "There's a smell of rotting corpses... so disgusting! Stay away from me!"
Isaac stood there in a daze.
He couldn't believe it at all.
Just because his face was ruined, Maeve treated him like garbage?
Seeing the servants already picking up their phones to call the police, Isaac's anger grew heavy.
The attitude of the other Sullivan family members had already upset him, and now Maeve was like this too—his last hope was gone.
Before coming, he had been happy, full of joy, even confident of success.
But now the situation had taken a sharp turn for the worse, and his future with Maeve was completely destroyed.
He had used all his savings to buy gifts.
His mother had also been threatened by Amelia into turning herself in.
He had nothing left.
Just then, Amelia's laughter came.
"Lyric, why do you eat everything? If you eat that, you'll get diarrhea."
Isaac suddenly looked at Amelia.
Some things that had been unclear suddenly became clear.
"Amelia, you did this! Right? My face—did you do something to it too!"
Amelia didn't speak, but the half-smiling expression on her face said it all.
Yes, she did it. What could he do about it?
Her face was full of provocation.
Isaac's anger was completely ignited.
He had nothing left!
Soon, the police would come and arrest him, he'd have a criminal record, and finding work in the future would be hard.
His life was completely ruined.
If that's the case, what did he have to fear?
These people who looked down on him and schemed against him—they all deserved to die!
Isaac's eyes turned bloodshot, completely clouding his judgment.
From the corner of his eye, he spotted a gleaming dagger on the coffee table. His eyes immediately lit up, and he rushed over and grabbed the dagger.