Deceiving Her Ears: Ignoring Your Call-Chapter 144: He Lied to Her Again!

Isaac stood behind Natalie, looking at her back, his tongue tasting nothing but bitterness.

Soon, the elevator reached the designated floor.

Natalie stepped out, with Isaac close behind.

They entered together, but Natalie ignored him and walked straight to the bedroom.

She didn’t forcibly throw him out, yet Isaac didn’t feel the slightest sense of relief. Staring at the closed bedroom door, all he felt was some heavy weight pressing mercilessly on his heart.

In the end, he dragged his exhausted body to the kitchen.

Half an hour later, he called for Natalie to come eat.

The bedroom door was locked from the inside.

Isaac didn’t try to twist the handle, just stood outside and called, "Little Ear, come out for dinner."

Of course, there was no response.

He could only send her a message.

[Dinner’s on the table. I know you don’t want to see me; I’m leaving. Don’t forget to eat.]

After sending that, he tucked away his phone and walked toward the entryway.

The front door made a sound.

Natalie heard it.

Over ten minutes later, she finally opened the bedroom door and came out.

As soon as the door opened, she immediately spotted his tall silhouette standing outside.

She froze, and rage surged up.

He lied to her again!

And still used such childish, clumsy tricks!

Natalie retreated to the bedroom, ready to close the door again.

Isaac lunged forward, wedging his foot in the door, at the same time reaching in to grab hold of her slender wrist.

"Little Ear."

"Is this fun for you?" Natalie’s face was ice-cold, she yanked her hand but couldn’t break free, so in desperation she went to bite him.

Isaac sucked in a breath, her bite leaving deep marks on his hand, but even then, he refused to let go.

He squeezed inside, opening his arms to hold her tightly against him.

"Let me go! Isaac!"

Natalie was lifted in his embrace, her feet dangling off the floor.

While she was distracted struggling, Isaac lowered his head to plant kisses atop her hair, "Little Ear, I’m begging you, don’t abandon me. I’ll always be useful to you, even if just as a convenient tool."

"Let me stay by your side. You can use me however you want."

Natalie’s voice was cold: "Do you think I’m like you? Always so eager to use others."

At that moment, Isaac’s phone rang.

One arm still around Natalie, he answered the call.

The moment he connected, Vanessa’s frantic, terrified voice came through: "Baby, you have to come, quick!"

"Mom? What’s wrong?"

"Come to the Grant family home, hurry! Your grandpa, he... Baby, hurry!"

It was clear something truly urgent had happened.

His mom couldn’t make herself clear on the phone, only urging him to get there fast.

He hung up.

Isaac looked at Natalie, "Little Ear, I have to go to the Grants’."

Natalie shook him off and walked toward the bathroom.

With a bang, the door slammed shut.

Isaac’s eyes burned, and he unconsciously took two steps toward the bathroom door before stopping himself.

"Little Ear, I’m leaving now. Don’t forget to eat dinner."

With that, he turned and left quickly.

——

Forty minutes later.

Isaac arrived at the Grant family’s home.

Vanessa’s eyes were red and swollen from crying; when she saw him, she rushed over as if grabbing a lifeline, "Baby!"

Isaac steadied her, glancing over to Old Mr. Grant in his wheelchair.

Old Mr. Grant looked utterly defeated, as if crushed by some devastating blow and beyond picking himself back up.

"Mom, Grandpa, what on earth happened?"

Vanessa brushed away her tears, gritting her teeth: "It’s your uncle."

"What happened to Uncle?"

"He—he got mixed up in something dirty."

Isaac’s face turned grim.

Vanessa couldn’t help but cry again: "What do we do, what can we possibly do? Once he’s gotten into that stuff, it’s... it’s..."

"It’s ruined him," Old Mr. Grant rasped.

He looked up at Isaac, his muddled eyes dull and lifeless: "Isaac, the Grant family is finished, completely finished. Are you satisfied now?"

"Dad!" Vanessa frowned, turning to her father.

Old Mr. Grant clutched the wheelchair armrests, looking at the grandson he’d adored since childhood.

With one last flicker of hope, he asked: "Isaac, will you take over the Grant family’s mess? Are you willing?"