Chapter 477

A faint scratching sound came from the glass window.

Isabella Langley turned toward the noise and saw a dark figure pressed against the pane.

"Felix Valdemar?" She narrowed her eyes. "Given up being human and taken up burglary now?"

Felix stumbled at the sound of her voice, nearly toppling off the windowsill.

"Isabella?" He scrambled to regain his balance. "What are you doing here?"

Moonlight glinted off Isabella's crossed arms as she smirked. "This is my house. I should be asking you that."

Felix adjusted his collar. "I'm looking for Dr. Laurent."

"She's not here."

"Must you always be so hostile?"

"To you?" Isabella scoffed. "Absolutely necessary."

Felix moved toward the door. "Let me in. I need to speak with Vivian."

Isabella blocked his path. "Who said you could call her that? Don't get ahead of yourself."

Her eyes burned with anger. "Ethan Roscente sent you, didn't he? You're all cut from the same rotten cloth."

Felix's expression darkened.

"Tell Ethan this," Isabella bit out each word, "Vivian doesn't want to see him. If he keeps harassing her, I'll make sure that scheming mistress and her brat regret it."

Felix swallowed hard.

Clearly, Vivian's friend was furious.

"This is between husband and wife," he said carefully. "Stay out of it."

Isabella rolled up her sleeves. "Stay out of it? Ethan cheated for three years and never came home. He's the one who filed for divorce. Now that Vivian's thriving, he wants her back? Dream on!"

"It's more complicated than—"

"Get out!" Isabella pointed to the front gate. "The sight of you makes me sick."

Felix muttered under his breath. "No wonder you're single with that temper."

"What did you say?" Her voice turned dangerous.

"I said women like you love making scenes," Felix took a step back. "Sophia Sherwood would never act like this."

Isabella's lips curled. "Your precious first love?"

"She's refined—"

"Refined enough to string you along for years?" Isabella cut in. "Even a lapdog has more self-respect."

Felix flushed crimson. "Watch your mouth!"

"Don't like the truth?" Isabella yanked the door open. "The exit's right there. Don't let it hit you on the way out."