Chapter 492
That evening, Isabella prepared to return to Fairview with her family.
They arrived at the airport together.
Everyone settled into business class seats.
Sophia sat by the window with Edward and his family on the right side.
Isabella and Margaret took the middle section on the left.
With Edward watching Sophia, Isabella helped adjust Margaret's seat.
She was speaking with her grandmother when Eleanor, Diana, and the others approached.
The Kensington family showed no surprise at seeing the Sinclairs.
Smiles spread across their faces instead.
They clearly knew about the Sinclair family's return to Geneva.
They were aware they shared this flight back to Fairview.
Genevieve looked at Isabella with a provocative smile.
She spoke deliberately loud enough for everyone to hear.
"Grandma, Aunt Diana, some people visited the hospital daily when Mrs. Whitmore was ill."
"They tried currying favor, clinging to Eleanor, thinking it would stop Alexander from divorcing."
"But as soon as Mrs. Whitmore recovered, before Victoria even spoke, Alexander immediately scheduled the divorce paperwork."
"Before, when someone dragged their feet refusing to finalize it, I was worried."
"But Victoria said she trusted Alexander to handle it—and she was right."
The Kensingtons knew Genevieve aimed these words at the Sinclairs.
Diana chuckled lightly and patted Genevieve's hand.
She threw a mocking glance toward Isabella and Margaret.
Eleanor's expression remained cool and unsurprised.
She didn't even look at the Sinclair family.
She simply glided past them and seated herself elegantly.
Charles and Margaret knew Genevieve's words targeted them.
Seeing Isabella addressed that way, Margaret's expression darkened further.
Charles, arranging luggage, let his face harden.
Genevieve walked slowly, deliberately drawing things out.
Passengers behind grew impatient.
Someone urged, "Why are you standing around chatting? Move along!"
The Kensingtons had been feeling smug recently.
Genevieve, displeased at being rushed, turned to snap.
Isabella, hidden by a nearby luggage bin, stretched out her foot.
Genevieve stumbled, falling forward straight onto Diana.
Both tumbled to the ground together.
Eleanor had just sat down.
Seeing this, her expression changed instantly.
She jumped up to help.
"Mom, are you alright?"
Genevieve scrambled up from the floor, face dark with fury.
She glared sharply at Isabella.
"It was you! You did that on purpose!"
Isabella looked at her coldly.
"I don't know what you're talking about."
"You—!" Genevieve wanted to retort.
The passenger who complained earlier spoke up again, this time defending Isabella.
"You were too busy gossiping to watch where you were going—don't go blaming others!"
The carpeted floor provided little cushion.
Genevieve had knocked her mouth against an armrest.
Blood trickled from her teeth.
Furious, she wanted to argue further.
The impatient passenger barked, "If you don't want to fly, then get off the plane."
"Stop blocking everyone else!"
Other passengers chimed in, annoyed.
"Exactly!"
"You..." Genevieve trembled with indignation.
With more people staring, Eleanor cut in.
"Genevieve, sit down."
Seething, Genevieve didn't dare disobey.
Before sitting, she shot Isabella a venomous glare.
"Just you wait."
Isabella ignored her.
She calmly finished adjusting Margaret's seat before sitting down.
Diana had struck her forehead, looking disheveled.
Seeing her mother's injury and elegant clothes in disarray, Eleanor's expression darkened.
She hadn't witnessed what happened but knew it was Isabella.
After having a stewardess tend to Diana's wound, she returned to her seat.
On her way back, she shot Isabella a cold, cutting look.
Noticing the gaze, Isabella met it evenly with one just as frosty.
Eleanor knew confronting Isabella here would only escalate things.
If caught on camera and spread online, their side might end up worse off.
With that thought, she cast Isabella a final cold glance and returned to her seat in silence.