Her phone clattered to the floor.

Isabella Valentine's face turned deathly pale.

Ethan Sullivan had actually called her disgusting!

Last time, he'd compared her to a clown.

Now he was escalating his insults!

Her entire body trembled, tears welling in her eyes.

That bitch Sophia had shoved her into a toilet first. She was just returning the favor—how was that disgusting?

"Ethan..." Her voice shook. "Do you know what Sophia did to me today?"

Silence on the other end.

"She pressed me against a mop in the restroom!" Isabella shrieked hysterically. "And tried to shove my head into a toilet!"

Sobs wracked her body.

Never in her life had she suffered such humiliation.

Ethan's voice was icy. "Have you forgotten what you did at the Grandville birthday banquet? Pushing Sophia into the lotus pond?"

"I didn't!" Isabella denied vehemently. "She slipped!"

A cold laugh came through the line.

Even Vincent Grandelle had seen through her act.

The old man had faked his death just to teach her a lesson.

Yet she still dared to lie through her teeth.

"If anything had happened to Sophia," Ethan's tone turned murderous, "you'd be facing worse than a trip to the restroom."

The call ended abruptly.

Isabella shook with rage.

So what if Sophia swallowed some dirty water?

It wasn't lethal!

But Sophia had nearly made her drink urine!

She was a Valentine heiress!

This insult demanded vengeance.

Isabella stormed into the hotel bathroom.

Hot water cascaded over her carefully styled curls.

In the mirror, a cold smile slowly curved her lips.

Foundation masked her naturally rosy lips.

Her hair was deliberately tousled.

The expensive designer dress wrinkled beyond recognition.

She'd make sure everyone saw how Sophia had brutalized her.

"Uncle Victor..." Her voice quivered with fake tears over the phone.

Victor Sullivan's temple throbbed violently.

Thirty minutes later.

The CEO's office door burst open.

Victor stared in shock at the disheveled mess before him.

"Sophia, she..." Isabella wept dramatically, "she..."

Before she could finish, Victor snatched up his phone in fury.

"Control your wife!" he roared into the receiver.

An even colder voice responded: "Control Isabella, or else..."

Victor slammed the phone down.

A flicker of disappointment crossed Isabella's eyes.

Typical businessman's evasion.

This matter would likely be swept under the rug.

......

Moon Bay.

Sophia hummed cheerfully as she folded baby clothes.

Pink, blue, soft yellow...

Each tiny garment melted her heart.

"Bunny...Berry..." She scribbled potential nicknames on paper. "Chubby Cheeks sounds cuter."

The lock clicked.

Ethan strode in and gripped her shoulders.

"You got into a fight?" His brows furrowed deeply.

Sophia froze.

"Isabella told you?" Her voice turned frosty.

"She insulted me. I didn't feel like wasting words."

Ethan sighed. "You're pregnant."

"I controlled my strength." Sophia turned her face away.

He rubbed her hair helplessly.

"After the baby's born, you can beat her up all you want."

Sophia whirled around. "You feel sorry for her?"

"I feel sorry for you." Ethan raised his hands in surrender. "Good hit! Perfect execution!"

Sophia finally cracked a smile.

Pregnancy had truly changed her.

Made her...more adorable.