You, Me and Our Genius Twins

Chapter 51 Tell Her to Get Lost

“No… No…” Phoebe fell to the ground and hollered in a heart-wrenching tone, “You can’t do this to me! Nigel, please save me… Get me out of here…”

All this before her must be a nightmare. That’s right. It must be just a nightmare.

Once I wake up from this nightmare, everything will be back to normal!

She was the honorable mother of the Taylor Family, and her daughter was the beloved Miss Isabel. For the rest of their lives, they would enjoy the endless wealth and honor that were brought to them by the Taylor family.

At this moment, Phoebe desperately crawled toward Nigel, grabbed him by his leg, and begged him to save her from this horrible place. As long as I get out, this nightmare will come to an end, she desperately thought.

Seeing that, Dan took a few steps toward Phoebe and kicked her away with force. Then, he grabbed her by the collar and yanked her up from the ground. His face hovered closer to her and he said callously into her ears, “This agony will make you understand that we are capable of doing this to you!”

Having said that, he gave her a hefty punch on her stomach, and she collapsed into herself, screaming in pain as she hit the ground. Inimically, he gritted his teeth in anger and continued the beating. In enormous pain, Phoebe squealed like an animal that was being slaughtered as the beating continued, and she kept begging for help.

In the meantime, the prison guard, who had previously tried to turn a blind eye by taking a phone call, ended the call and rushed back to the meeting room. He cleared his throat and attempted to pull Dan away from Phoebe. Then, he raised his voice and warned, “What are you doing? Aren’t you all a family? What is the fight for? No fighting is allowed here!”

To avoid complicating matters for the prison guard, Nigel grabbed Dan’s arms and stopped him from continuing his aggressive behavior. Dan unwillingly withdrew his fists as he spit on Phoebe’s face. “There is more to come for you, Phoebe Taylor!” he hissed.

“Knock it off, Dan! We’re leaving now.” Nigel dragged Dan out of the room with force. If Nigel continued to stay in the room, he was afraid that he wouldn’t be able to resist giving Phoebe a good-hiding as well.

She deserves to be beaten to death!

“Come back! Don’t do this…You can’t do this to me! Nigel, Dan… Please, come back! Help me out… I want to get out…” Phoebe begged in despair. However, no one responded to her. The sound of footsteps gradually went away and soon disappeared.

Phoebe couldn’t get up, so she pounded the floor with her fists and wailed, “No way! You can’t do this to me, you can’t… I hate you, I hate you, I hate you all!”

Phoebe hated Nigel and Dan, and the same went for her father. If her father hadn’t taken matters into his own hands and plotted against Nigel, she wouldn’t be in such a miserable situation today. In those years, she was ecstatic and proud when she married Nigel, yet here she was, suffering and appearing absolutely wretched.

She had a feeling that she would be tortured to death by Nigel and Dan. If her father hadn’t hidden the plan from her, even though she couldn’t have married into a wealthy family, she could have at least lived a peaceful life until old age.

However, her father took it upon himself to scheme against Nigel. Back then, she had succeeded in marrying Nigel, but as her father’s plot was exposed, Nigel and Dan took out their anger on her and they wouldn’t let her get away that easily.

No.

They would not give her a quick death.

They would definitely torture her to death but slowly, and little by little.

She was scared.

Extremely terrified.

And her daughter…

Her daughter, who grew up living in a bed of roses and was well pampered, would be detested and loathed by Nigel and Dan. Soon, they would kick her daughter out of the house and renounce her name as part of the Taylor Family.

Her daughter would fall from heaven to hell.

How could her daughter take that?

She was in pain. So much pain.

Phoebe clutched her chest as it was so painful that she could hardly breathe anymore.

After leaving the detention center, Nigel and Dan instructed the driver to return to the Taylor Residence. The father and son did not say a word during the whole trip. During that time, both their cell phones rang numerous times, and the calls were made by the same person—Isabel Taylor.Content (C) Nôv/elDra/ma.Org.

Both of them glanced at the phone and unanimously blacklisted her. Clearly, no one was in the mood to answer her calls. Soon after, their bodyguards and assistants were bombarded with phone calls from Isabel. Yet, without orders from their masters, not one person dared to answer her calls.

Half an hour later, the car drove into the Taylor Residence.

As soon as Nigel and Dan exited the car, Isabel ran to them in a fury, questioning with fire in her eyes, “Dad, Dan, is there something wrong with your cell phones? Why didn’t both of you answer my calls? And your bodyguards and assistants, why didn’t anyone answer my calls? What are they doing? They can’t even answer a phone call! What a bunch of trash!”

Nigel halted and glanced at Isabel, who looked just like a replica of Phoebe. Seeing that, he could feel his heart ache as if it was being swept up by a huge wave.

Except for Isabel, the Taylors were all good-looking. Back then, his first wife was a notorious beauty and his two sons had also inherited his and his wife’s genes—they were tall and sturdy; handsome and attractive. His eldest son, in particular, was known as the highest-rated man in Worrick. He was talented and gorgeous, and had always been Nigel’s greatest pride.

However, his only daughter, Isabel, was completely different from his sons. She inherited the body type of her mother—short, stout, and heavy. No matter how hard he tried to get her to control her calorie consumption, her round face remained; no matter how many fitness coaches he hired to train her, her obesity remained.

Without a doubt, some girls were chubby and plump. However, if they were well-mannered and had a good temperament, they would still look beautiful.

Unfortunately, Isabel also got her character from Phoebe—bird-brained, rude, vicious, and loud-voiced. Although Nigel had spent a lot of effort on Isabel and hired many teachers for her, he still failed to cultivate her elegant temperament.

For many years, he had been perplexed as to why this was the case. Now, he suddenly understood. This was because learning from a good role model was far more important than hiring different coaches.

Since Isabel was born, she had always been the apple of her mother’s eye and she wouldn’t let Isabel go anywhere without her presence. As a result, Isabel had learned to be ill-mannered and spiteful like her mother, given the time that they had spent together every day.

In the past, Isabel was loved dearly by Nigel because of Phoebe’s father, Bryan, who had saved his second son’s life. But now, the thought of Bryan and Phoebe only disgusted him, as did Isabel when he saw her.

He did not want to see Isabel again.

With that, he glanced at her in disgust, brushed past her, and walked toward the living room.

Isabel was stunned by his disgusted glance and suspected that she might have misread it. After all, her father had always adored her. How could he possibly look at her with that detested look?

“Dad… Dad!” In disbelief, she ran toward Nigel and chased after him.

Without looking back, Nigel ignored her calling and made a gesture to his bodyguards. They immediately stepped forward and blocked her way. “Miss Isabel, please step away.”

Hearing that, Dan came to a sudden halt and glared at the bodyguard. “Shut up!” he yelled. “Are you blind or deaf? She is no longer a young lady. Tell her to get lost! I don’t want to see her ever again!”