My Formula 1 System-Chapter 567: Fun Is Over

Chapter 567: Fun Is Over
On the ride back to Mitte, Isabella had wanted nothing more than silence to collect her thoughts.
But she knew silence could make Luca suspicious or stir unnecessary tension.
So instead, she mirrored Luca’s sunny mood, making light comments and laughing easily.
Luca himself seemed relaxed while driving, his mind recalling every moment he had with Martin. And Isabella did very well to play along, though her mind was elsewhere.
The get-together had ended gracefully. Luca and Isabella had offered goodbyes, waving warmly to everyone.
Always loving, Isabella gave everyone a final hug before leaving, while Luca asked for one last look at the baby.
Luca’s request was granted before the two finally departed by late six, escorted by Simon and Ester to the car.
And there, the evening could only be called a successful venture.
For all the planning and effort she had put into it, Isabella knew she ought to applaud herself. Things had even gone more swimmingly than she predicted.
Looking at her boyfriend now, Isabella saw the happiness written all over his face, and that had been her end goal.
Yet, she felt troubled.
For Laura to gaze at Luca in that primal manner, Isabella knew there was a problem.
Did this woman now have eyes for Luca?
Laura was two years older than twenty-year-old Luca, but Isabella knew that wasn’t an issue. Two years was nothing, and considering Laura had dated Ansel, who was only a year older than her, age clearly wasn’t a barrier in her world.
Isabella had heard stories like this before, even on her campus, about girls who easily monkey-branched from their boyfriends to the boyfriends’ best friends.
To ignore Laura now would be to ignore patterns. And in this case, the danger felt sharper, because Isabella believed this woman had a perfect excuse:
Ansel was gone, leaving a void Laura could all too easily justify filling.
When the whole thing had started to feel too much as Luca and Laura exchanged numbers, Isabella stood up from her bench and strode across the backyard to where they were talking.
Interrupting, she slipped herself in between them without saying a word.
But Isabella had made sure she didn’t appear malicious. In fact, she was sweet. "We’re leaving in ten minutes, remember?" she had reminded Luca.
It was enough to shift the moment, and Luca had turned to ask if he could see the baby one last time before they left.
Turning after successfully detaching Luca from her, Isabella remembered fixing Laura with a calm, level look.
But Laura played the game of ignorance, as if she didn’t know what she had done.
Isabella knew Laura wanted her to be the first one to snap, the first one to show offense.
But she refused to fall for it. Instead, she kept her composure, hugging Laura in the same warm farewell she gave everyone else, telling her to take care.
Now in the car, Isabella couldn’t believe how quickly things had shifted between her and Laura. Just hours ago, she thought they were friends!
The change was unbelievable.
Still, Isabella wondered if she was overthinking. Maybe it had only been one stray moment of flirtation, the kind many women subconsciously directed toward Luca twenty-four seven.
Surely Laura didn’t mean to covet him.
Clinging to that thought, Isabella forced herself to take her mind off it, refusing to let the unease ruin what was otherwise a successful day.
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Back in Grunewald, Laura wasn’t denying it.
This woman actually wanted Luca.
Contrary to what others might assume, Laura didn’t actually crave "Isabella’s boyfriend." What she wanted was the 20-year-old, six-foot-two, unmarried Formula 1 millionaire—Luca Rennick.
The flashiest man she had ever had on her radar, and now, he was only a phone call away.
The survival of both herself and her child felt assured in Luca—his life, his fortune, and his future represented stability and security that no one else in her orbit could provide.
She didn’t care about Isabella’s feelings, nor would she care if people whispered and called her a harlot for chasing her dead boyfriend’s best friend.
All Laura cared about was getting close enough to Luca to secure the life she wanted.
After all, Luca had made it clear without saying it outright that he cared for her and the baby. Most importantly, he LOVED the baby.
So, all Laura had to do now was steer things gently and work towards making him love her as well, not just superficial care.
Knowing herself, Laura was certain she’d succeed if given enough time. She had the looks, and she believed her inner values too would do the rest.
What about Isabella? What about Luca’s official girlfriend?? Laura didn’t care. She declared she’d act as if the girl didn’t exist.
Isabella couldn’t possibly stop her, and in Laura’s mind, she didn’t stand a chance if they were to compete.
Isabella lived in London, miles away, while Laura was rooted in the very same Berlin, Germany where Luca was living as a Trampos driver.
More than that, she held in her arms the one thing Luca cherished most: baby Martin.
Wherever Martin went, his mother would follow.
And if Martin was to grow up calling Luca "Uncle Luca!", Laura couldn’t even begin to imagine the depth of affinity that would bloom between her and Luca over the years.
"C’mon, love," Laura whispered as she bent down to scoop Martin off the rug, where he had been sprawled among his scattered toys.
Holding him close, she wrinkled her nose with a half-smile. "It’s time to change that diaper—you’ve made a mess in there, haven’t you?"
Martin let out a bubbly laugh for a moment before twisting and kicking in protest, but Laura wasn’t having any of it.
She quickly slipped a pacifier into his mouth to quiet him down, then carried him over to the changing table.
Laying him flat, she worked meticulously, cleaning him up as carefully as if she were performing delicate surgery.
After the clean-up and fresh diaper, Martin lay on the table looking brand-new, his cheeks glowing and his little legs kicking with renewed energy.
Gurgling with delight, he was looking up at his mother, while Laura gazed down at him with pride.
As she gazed at Martin’s bright little face, Laura’s mind traced back to the hardship she had endured during pregnancy and deliverance post Ansel’s death.
Martin’s labor nearly claimed her life, and she could never forget that.
At one point, in those dark hours, Laura had even wondered if Martin was a curse meant to punish her. But looking at him now, smiling so innocently, she felt no doubt—her son was an angel... and a gift.