CHAPTER 222: CHAPTER 222: I KNOW YOUR MOTHER SHIELY MORRISON

Isabella Weaver was stunned. She looked at the CEO’s secretary, only to find the secretary’s eyes filled with shock, as if the CEO’s actions were also unbelievable to her.

She was held for a long time before being let go. No sooner had the three of them sat down than the CEO said something astounding: "Miss Weaver, I’m gravely ill, and won’t live for many more days."

Isabella Weaver was at a loss, not knowing how to respond to such heavy words.

Yet, the CEO didn’t seem to need her to respond, as she directly asked, "Miss Weaver, would you be willing to replace me as the CEO of Moonlight Jewelry?"

Isabella was somewhat dumbfounded by this series of actions.

Before coming, she had prepared for everything, including how to refuse working at Moonlight Jewelry, and how to explain the situation with Cherry Lewis.

But none of her preparations were used!

"You’ll recover, CEO. You don’t need to..."

"Isabella, I knew your mother, Shiely Morrison!"

"What?!"

Isabella’s mind was struck by a thunderous shock!

In nineteen years, this was the first person to say in front of her that they knew her mother!

The three words "Shiely Morrison" only appeared in her dreams, never in reality!

"Are... are you serious?" Isabella’s eyes quickly turned red, almost unable to believe she could meet a friend of her mother!

The CEO stretched out her pale yet dry hand, lightly brushed her face, touched her bright red gemstone earrings, and spoke warmly and lovingly: "These are earrings she personally designed, the gemstones are polished by her own hands, there’s an entire set like this. She loved red the most, thought it was festive, so she picked rubies for you."

Isabella’s tears fell uncontrollably.

She really knew her mother!

She actually knew about this set of ruby jewelry! She knew more than Isabella did!

Isabella didn’t even know her mother loved red the most!

"Then do you know how my mother died?"

"Do you want to avenge her?"

Isabella nodded vigorously!

"Silly child, there’s no need."

The CEO patted her head, gently wiped her tears away, with words filled with inescapable love and joy: "She wouldn’t want you to live in hatred, she just hoped you could be happy!"

"But I don’t want her to have died for no reason!" Isabella’s voice was sorrowful, she directly knelt on the ground: "I beg you, tell me!"

The CEO hastily pulled her up: "Get up quickly, why are you so stubborn!"

Her health was too poor; she couldn’t pull Isabella up, and herself ended up weakly sprawled on the carpet, clutching her chest, coughing almost to her last breath.

Isabella was startled and hurried alongside the secretary to lift her; she lay on the sofa, drank the potion the secretary had prepared, and felt much better afterward.

She tried to grab Isabella’s hand, but found it wrapped in bandages.

She asked urgently and worriedly, "What’s wrong with your hand?"

Isabella initially didn’t want to say, but after thinking about it, she decided to tell the truth: "My stepmother stabbed me with a shard of porcelain."

She unwrapped the bandage, revealing the dreadful scars on her palm for the CEO to see.

The CEO’s reaction was more intense than Isabella expected; her whole body was trembling, body shaking, voice quivering: "She! She dared to treat you like this! Cough cough cough!"

Suddenly, she spat out a large mouthful of blood, the white silk towel used to cover her mouth turned crimson.

"CEO!" The secretary was terrified and almost cried: "I’ll call a doctor for you!"

"No need!"

The CEO waved her hand, threw the towel into the trash can, took out another one to wipe her mouth, and decisively declared: "Isabella, Moonlight Jewelry will be yours from now on. Come abroad with me and never come back!"