After divorce, Ex-wife Revealed Identities

Chapter 825 "| just asked Darius about everyone's preferences, so | picked the gifts and packaging according to their likes," Isabelle was touched by Sylvia's support.

"Miss Deleon is thoughtful, thank you," the old Mrs. Foster finally spoke a decent sentence at this moment.

Camille quickly took the gift on the table, "Thank you, | didn't expect it to be a limited edition. | must post it on social media." "That's right, these gifts on the table are unique and only one of its kind," Sylvia nodded her head.

Her words were quite ironic.

But no one in the Foster family dared to argue with her.

Just by looking at Franklin's dark face, they knew that arguing with Sylvia would mean trouble for them.

Franklin slightly curled his lips and expressed satisfaction with his wife who could frighten everyone as soon as she entered.

Darius had been trying to defend Isabelle but also show some respect to the Foster family. However, after seeing how they bullied Isabelle due to her identity and how they changed their attitude after Sylvia's arrival made him feel disgusted by their behavior.

Madam Karina couldn't be bothered with these women from the Foster family either; instead she whispered softly, asking Bethany, "Besides horse riding and martial arts what else have you learned?" "| also studied finance with Winter who taught us many financial knowledge. | also learned violin, cello... and etiquette norms...

and..." Bethany listed everything proudly; every day was filled up without any playtime.

"Finance? You're so young yet exposed yourself in finance?" Madam Karina felt heartbroken when hearing how hardworking her granddaughter was. "What about your cultural classes?" "Yes! We study cultural classes every day too! English, German, French, | learn them all!" "How can this child bear such burden?" The old Mrs. Foster couldn't help but say, "She is so young yet learning so much." However, no matter how caring she appeared towards children now, others saw it as hypocritical.

"These courses were all designed by Aunt Sylvia... | can do it! Because | want to be the best, and help more people. | want to make many poor people no longer poor, and no longer oppressed. Aunt Sylvia said that if | want to become that kind of person, then | have to walk a destined difficult road, ten times or even a hundred times harder than ordinary children. But | am not afraid of hardship, and | will walk it." Bethany's big eyes were full of determination and fighting spirit.

After hearing her words, almost everyone in the living room looked ashamed as they suddenly realized they weren't even as good as a child.

If they had heard Bethany say these things before, they might have laughed or thought it was impossible. But now... with Sylvia standing behind her, they inexplicably felt that Bethany would definitely become that kind of person in the future - not because her mother was the prime minister but because she had an extraordinary guide like Sylvia! Darius felt proud! This was his daughter! What luck allowed her to meet Sylvia who became a beacon on her life path? The butler quickly came over to speak after the atmosphere in the living room had finally eased up from its tense state. "The old Mrs. Foster has prepared dinner; please take your seats." At this point, old Mrs. Foster didn't dare say anything else or adopt any haughty posture typical of wealthy elderly women; instead she put on a kindly smile, saying, "Miss Deleon, Miss Andrews, Mr. Maskelyne, please follow me into the dining room." Sylvia graciously nodded, aand replied, "Thank you so much." Franklin gently clasped Sylvia's small hand in his large palm, responding politely yet maintaining a touch of aloofness, before guiding the entire group - including Darius, who tenderly held his wife's hand while cradling their child - towards the dining room.

Franklin, standing tall and exuding an icy demeanor, remained resolute throughout the journey towards the dinner, concealing any hint of emotion.

But nobody dared ignore his presence.

Darius felt warm holding his wife while carrying their child; this indescribable sense satisfaction could never be replaced by anything else.

When everyone arrived at the restaurant, they saw a round table in the center of the room, filled with a variety of delicious dishes. From king crabs to Boston lobsters and all kinds of meats and seafood, even abalone and shark fin were served.

The air was filled with the scent of food, making everyone's mouth water.

Just as they sat down, Seamus and Jarrett returned.

Seamus was just a college professor while Jarrett helped Darius manage his company. Madam Gisselle looked down on Seamus because what was so great about being an educator? Her husband had made significant contributions to Northwind Airlines.

In reality, Jarrett was just a vice president. The real decision-maker was Darius.

The two men rushed in and quickly took their seats after being introduced by old Mrs. Foster who scolded them for coming back so late.

Compared to the women in the Foster family who had various thoughts on their minds, these two men were very straightforward.

"My car ran out of gas on my way here," Seamus chuckled lowly. "So | called my little brother to pick me up." "That's why we're late," Jarrett raised his glass.

"Miss Deleon, hello! I'm Darius’ father; I teach at Pioneer University.” Seamus smiled kindly. "If your child has any academic problems or questions later on that she doesn't understand well enough, you can ask me for help; especially when it comes to math - that's my specialty.” "What are you talking about at dinner?" Madam Karina poked him but her lips curved into a smile showing her good mood.

She glanced over at Bethany with some anticipation mixed with caution. "Bethany... do you like Grandpa?" "I love studying! | want to be an academic genius!" Bethany beamed when she heard that her grandfather taught math.

"I will teach you math specifically then! Later | will give you some simple questions," Seamus looked happier as he watched his granddaughter more closely while drinking another couple glasses of wine.

Madam Gisselle was feeling uneasy. Seeing the Foster family all happy and cozy, with their daughter being a female prime minister, made her feel very jealous. Why did they get all the good luck? She just mocked and looked down on Isabelle before, but now she envied her.

How come Darius was such good friends with Franklin and Sylvia? And how could Isabelle be best friends with Sylvia too? It was so unfair! The more she thought about it, the more upset she became.

She glanced at the sky outside and said, "It's getting late. Why don't you all stay here instead of going to a hotel?" The old Mrs.

Foster nodded in agreement; after her previous behavior towards Isabelle when she found out about her position as prime minister, she wanted to make amends.

Madam Gisselle continued, "Staying at home is always more comfortable than staying in a hotel. Mr. Maskelyne and Miss Andrews should also stay here; we have plenty of guest rooms." But Sylvia politely declined their offer saying that they had a place to stay in Urgford.

Franklin added that he and Sylvia had their own villa provided by MI6 so they wouldn't trouble anyone else for accommodation.

The old Mrs. Foster smiled graciously at them for declining but Darius looked expectantly at Isabelle asking if he could share his room with her while he stayed in one of the guest rooms himself.

As they were not yet married and lacked an official certificate to solidify their bond, it would not have been appropriate for them to share a room in these circumstances. However, Bethany charmingly pleaded for Darius to spend the night, her innocent eyes drawing him in. With a warm smile, he acquiesced and agreed, captivated by her pure innocence.

Isabelle didn't want to disappoint Bethany either so reluctantly agreed.

With the matter now settled, Darius shifted his gaze towards Franklin, his expression thoughtful. He proposed that they promptly arrange a wedding date for him and Isabelle, as there were no longer any obstacles in their path. After all, everyone was already aware of their relationship status. Darius added, "I believe we should select an auspicious day for my wedding with Isabelle.” Isabelle blushed slightly, hearing this proposal from him. "When did | agree to marry you?" "Five years ago, | fell in love with you at first sight. You can't escape me for the rest of your life," Darius said as he affectionately squeezed her hand and served her some food before turning to Seamus. "I want to invite the most renowned wedding planner in the industry, Z, to help us plan our wedding. But | heard he retired these past few years..." "You mean that legendary wedding planner who's known for being super talented and has been an industry myth? But he hasn't taken any clients recently?" June furrowed her brows. "Darius, isn't it hard to get him? Why don't you find another planner?" "But | want to give Isabelle the most beautiful and perfect wedding,” Darius held onto Isabelle's hand tightly. "We have a child now, so this wedding holds even more special meaning." Franklin's eyes flickered with a strange light that was too quick for anyone else to catch.

Sylvia admitted she didn't know much about Z; she rarely paid attention to these things until now when it suddenly dawned on her. "I heard he only did one job for the War Department Commander-in-Chief and never took any other clients after that.”