Ch-29

The whole Laurier family were people that loved art and being able to stay over in the Ricci mansion,where the family had been known for being great collectors,to them it felt like they were in an art museum.

Rare paintings,rare vases,limited edition cars,you name it,Ricci had it.

People in the circle often called the collection of exquisite things the "Ricci disease",every member in it did it.

Isabel knew,but didn't mind people saying it since it deserved that name.Collecting things might've actually been hereditary since her grandfather had done it,her grandmother had done it,her father and mother had also done it and she also did it.If it were for Isabel when she married James,she had loved to have a house with enough space to display all the things she collected,but her idea was ruthlessly refused by him.James wanted an apartment,Isabel had said that they could at least get a penthouse,but he didn't listen and insisted on it and told her she was immature and impractical.She finally had agreed,but inside had thought 'What's the problem with wanting to spoil myself?I'm working honestly,I'm paying,I'm taking responsibility for my purchases,why is it considered immature?'.Isabel sighed and scratched the thoughts out of her head.

When everybody had eaten and went in their assigned bedrooms.Isabel went inside the tub full of steaming hot water.Now that she was alone she could finally think over the words that were said by the officer.

"(Miss Isabel,somebody was trying to murder you.)"

"(Miss Isabel,do you have any enemies,any person that might hold a grudge against you?)"

"(We have had many cases when husbands had tried or killed their wife for reasons such as jealousy or adultery.We don't have any actual lead,but one of the possible suspects might be your own husband.)"

"Possible suspect....husband....suspect..." Isabel kept mumbling those words and the ideas that came inside her head became scarier and scarier.No,he wouldn't,right?He might be trash,but he could never be that cruel.He wouldn't dare to be that cruel.

But remembering how he kept testing her and the grip he used that night they slept in the same bed,it made Isabel believe otherwise.

She was reminded of the words she had heard the few months ago,when she found out James's and Hannahs true colors.

"How can a boring woman like her compare to you?If anything she's good at it's being a money bag."

"You know real well why I married her.If her grandfather didn't leave her all that land and money,I wouldn't even glance at her."

If the main reason James approached her was for her inheritance he would definitely try to do something to get his hands on it.Isabel didn't give or spend money recklessly.She knew how her family had worked hard for generations to get where they wore and though she had been eating with a golden spoon since birth,she was taught the real value of it.That's why even though she cared for James back then she wouldn't give him money for nothing just to satisfy him.Even if she gave,she also made sure to get it back.

This thing might've triggered James.The idea that he had spend his energy to get something,but couldn't even get a glance of it.Isabel might've given her heart and soul in that relationship,but she wasn't a lovesick idiot who would give everything without a way out for herself,especially something that took the blood,sweat and tears of her family.

The idea that James could be the mastermind behind this murder attempt,sounded farfetched,but if you really thought well about it it wasn't at all.

Isabel wasn't 100% sure and since there aren't any proof either,for now she would inform the police about these things.

If it was James or not she wouldn't let him run in the loose anymore.The fact that Gael was laying in that hospital bed because of her and James was indirectly behind it,made Isabel even more angry and filled with hatred.

If he was bold enough to hurt human lives then neither she would have mercy.Isabel couldn't delay it anymore.It was time for James to be put right back in his place and she would start with it directly tomorrow.