My Wife Believed in Me One Day Too Late

Chapter 010

Thomas Easton was seething with rage after having his call abruptly disconnected, hurling his phone to the ground where it shattered into pieces.

"That trash, how dare he hang up on me? What gives him the right!" Thomas fumed with anger.

Christopher Easton felt a sinking feeling in his heart.

If Daphne Easton didn't step in, they were all doomed. "Thomas, what happened? Is Daphne unwilling to intervene?" he asked.

A cold smirk appeared on Thomas's face. "It was Isaiah Lowell who answered the call. He said Daphne was sick."

"Sick?" Christopher spat disdainfully. "I bet she's just faking it, finding excuses not to deal."

Although angry, Michael's intellect was still sharp.

They needed Daphne's involvement, as their cooperation mattered less than being ousted from the Easton family.

"Thomas, let's go. I'll come with you," said Michael.

Thomas, filled with a cold fury after being hung up by Isaiah, was eager to confront him.

Arriving at Daphne's apartment complex, Christopher couldn't hide his disdain. "This is where the least successful of the Eastons lives?"

"Father, they should be grateful even for a doghouse. With their meager monthly salary, do you expect them to afford a villa at Cresthaven Hills?" Thomas scoffed.

Residing in Cresthaven Hills was a status symbol, the Easton matriarch's biggest dream was to move the family there, as living in such a place meant rubbing shoulders with the elite.

When the doorbell rang, Isaiah had Daphne retreat to her room, maintaining the pretense of her illness.

Opening the door, Thomas's face was filled with fury upon seeing Isaiah. "Was it you who hung up my call?"

"Indeed," Isaiah replied coolly.

Thomas suddenly swung his fist towards Isaiah's face. "You trash, how dare you hang up on me!"

Bang!

In a lightning-fast move, Isaiah kicked Thomas in the abdomen, sending him crashing into the wall.

Thomas, unable to complete his punch, collapsed to the ground in agony.

"Isaiah Lowell, how dare you hit my son!" Christopher erupted in anger.

Isaiah glared at Michael, warning sternly, "If you don't shut up, I'll hit you too."

Christopher was shaken.

Isaiah's look, once submissive, now instilled fear in him.

"Isaiah, you dare hit me!" Thomas gritted his teeth in fury.

"Asking for help should be done respectfully. Didn't your grandmother explain the consequences of losing the partnership?" Isaiah stated firmly.

Christopher and Thomas's anger quickly subsided, realizing their position at the Easton house was at stake.

"Isaiah, what does this have to do with you? Let Daphne come out," Christopher demanded.

"Why wouldn't it concern me? Daphne is my wife. She's sick now, so I'm in charge," Isaiah declared.

"Your wife?" Both Christopher and Thomas sneered.

"Isaiah, have you no pride as a man? Relying on a woman for sustenance," Christopher mocked.

"Do you know how Daphne secured the Blue Horizon Real Estate deal? You think she's been faithful to you?" Thomas taunted.

Isaiah frowned, knowing exactly how Daphne secured the deal and recognizing Thomas's malice.

Approaching Thomas, Isaiah's eyes flashed with menace.

Thomas shrank back, stammering, "What... what are you going to do?"

"Utter one more slander about her, and I'll make your life a living hell."

Thomas swallowed hard, unable to doubt Isaiah's words.

"What's going on here?" Just then, Michael Easton and Margaret Easton arrived, witnessing the scene.

"Michael, your son-in-law has quite the nerve, even daring to hit my son," Christopher said, regaining his arrogance. He had always felt superior to Michael, who had been bullied since childhood.

"Isaiah, have you lost your mind, hitting..." Christopher started but was cut off by Margaret.

Margaret, though not fond of Isaiah, was irritated at Thomas for snatching Daphne's project. She was secretly pleased to see Thomas beaten.

" Christopher, your son got what he deserved. Wrongdoings always catch up," Margaret said sharply.

Margaret said while Christopher angrily pointed at her, "What are you doing here, unwelcome in my house?"

Margaret, known for her fiery temper, was not one to back down.

"Yeah, why are you here? You never visit," Michael added, puzzled. Easton relatives rarely visited them.

Embarrassed, Christopher and Thomas were at a loss for words.

"Blue Horizon Real Estate won't talk to the new person in charge, so they've come to ask Daphne for help. I guess grandmother must be quite upset," Isaiah explained.

Margaret burst into laughter. "Even you need our help now. How the tables have turned."

Christopher 's future was in Daphne's hands. Though reluctant, he couldn't refute Margaret's words.

"Michael, I admit we were wrong. I apologize," Christopher said, an unprecedented act for him.

Michael was stunned. He had only ever seen his brother's domineering side.

"I guess grandmother's punishment wasn't light, otherwise, you wouldn't be apologizing to me," Michael mused.

"I need your help this time, or I'll be thrown out of the Easton house," Christopher confessed, his pride waning in the face of potential expulsion.

Isaiah was surprised by this development, even though he had expected the matriarch to pressure Michael, the threat of expulsion was beyond his imagination.

"No way, why should we help you? You've always made life difficult for us," Margaret flatly refused.

" Why act in a way that hurts others without benefiting yourself? Working with Blue Horizon Real Estate benefits your family too. If I'm expelled from the Eastons, what more do you gain than a moment's satisfaction?" Christopher reasoned.

Margaret pondered his words. Christopher 's expulsion wouldn't affect her status, but Daphne taking charge of the deal meant a lot more.

"Where's Daphne?" Margaret asked Isaiah.

"Sick, resting," he replied.

"Sick? How did she suddenly fall ill?" Margaret rushed into the house, calling out as she went.

Entering the room, she found Daphne looking perfectly well. "Daphne, what's wrong with you?"

Daphne grinned slyly. "Mom, I'm fine. Isaiah made me pretend to be sick."

"Pretend?" Margaret was taken aback, then understood Isaiah's intent. "I didn't expect such pettiness from him."

"Mom, can you stop calling him a loser?" Daphne protested.

Margaret glared at her daughter. "Although he did well this time, pettiness isn't a real talent. Don't tell me you've started to like him because of this?"

"Mom, we've been married for three years."