Chapter 315

Isabella Sinclair, Nathaniel Graves, and Maxwell Sterling, the general manager of InnovaTech, had a private group chat.

The day's events were so scandalous that Maxwell couldn't contain his inner gossipmonger. He immediately spilled every juicy detail to them.

Neither Isabella nor Nathaniel cared much about how many admirers Victoria Kensington had or how obsessed they were with her.

But by afternoon, Maxwell messaged again.

Mr. Whitmore's daughter came to the company looking for Ms. Kensington. When Ms. Kensington claimed she got along well with his daughter before, most of us didn’t believe her.

But after seeing the little girl today? It’s clear—Sophia Whitmore absolutely adores her.

Isabella’s fingers froze over the keyboard. It wasn’t because she was upset about Sophia being close to Victoria.

She had just realized—if word got out about Victoria and Sophia’s relationship, there was no way to keep it from her uncle and grandmother any longer.

She’d always known this day would come eventually, but—

Nathaniel glanced at her expression and immediately guessed her thoughts.

With a scoff, he said, "The only reason Sophia’s existence spread so fast is because Alexander himself is influential."

"But Victoria? Who is she? Just someone clinging to Alexander’s coattails. Beyond InnovaTech employees and her little fan club, who in high society actually cares about her relationship with his daughter?"

Then, as if struck by sudden amusement, Nathaniel smirked.

"Now, if people found out you were also Frederick Aldridge’s student—that the Cuap system and our company’s two major projects were your work—and that you’re actually Sophia’s biological mother? That would shake the entire social circle."

"As for Victoria? A nobody trying to play stepmother? Please."

Isabella remained calm about it all.

Still…

She hesitated before speaking. "Uncle Charles and Grandma Margaret have probably already guessed that Sophia is close to Victoria."

"They haven’t asked me about it because they don’t want to upset me—so they’re pretending not to know."

Nathaniel agreed.

He gave her shoulder a reassuring squeeze.

"It’s good they’re mentally prepared. The fact they haven’t said anything means you’re their priority over Sophia. What matters most to them is that you’re happy."

Isabella smiled faintly. "I know."

Then her thoughts shifted to the status of her divorce from Alexander.

Honestly, when she’d signed the divorce papers he gave her, she’d assumed it would be finalized quickly.

She never expected it to drag on for months.

She’d asked Alexander multiple times, and each time, he’d promised it would be done soon. But—

Since she knew he was more eager to finalize it than she was, she hadn’t pressed further. But now…

Decisively, she called Jonathan Blackwood to check the progress.

Jonathan had been handling the divorce proceedings for her weekly. Hearing her inquiry, he replied, "Tomorrow is my scheduled call with Mr. Whitmore’s lawyer. I’ll update you as soon as I get a response."

"Alright," Isabella said. Then, calmly, she added, "If they give the same vague answer again, tell his lawyer I’m willing to walk away with nothing."

"I don’t want a single thing Alexander has given me. He can draft a new agreement immediately—I’ll sign it."