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When Isabella's phone rang, she was having dinner with James. She picked up the phone, glanced at the caller ID, saw it was David's number, and directly hung up.

James looked at her suspiciously. "You're not going to answer?"

"No need to," Isabella shrugged nonchalantly. She knew exactly why David was calling her. She had no inclination to return and listen to Mrs. Ada's sarcastic remarks. In her family's eyes, since she had married Andrew, he should be at their beck and call; otherwise, it was considered unacceptable.

James, still puzzled, didn't ask further and instructed the waiter to serve the dishes. One by one, the exquisite dishes were placed on the table. After the last soup was served, the waiter respectfully said, "Mr. James, your dishes are all here."

"Thank you," James nodded with a smile.

The waiter left with the tray, slowly closing the door of the private room. Just as he was about to turn around, a hand suddenly reached over from behind and pressed on his shoulder.

"Uh