Loveless Marriage

Chapter 101 We're Going To the Civil Affairs Bureau Now

Canon smiled, "Mr. Miller asked me to help. You can come to me anytime if you need anything."

Isabella was startled.

He was certain that she would reject Luke, so he sent someone to help her?

"What else did he say?"

Canon said gently: "Mr. Miller said that there was no need to call or thank him if you were busy. No

matter of what, the first thing was to resolve your father's matter, which now is the most important."

"..."

"Thank him?"

Isabella pursed her lips tightly.

He really knew what she was thinking about, without even giving her a chance to refuse.

After considering for a while, she said lightly, "I want you to do me a favour. Can you help me look up

the best hospitals in Brighton?"

Canon nodded, "Ok, I will do it right away."

After that, He left quickly. Suddenly, he paused and said: "Oh, Mr. Miller also told you to take care of

yourself."

Isabella, "..." This content belongs to Nô/velDra/ma.Org .

"...Okay, I will."

Not until he disappear did she go back to her senses and return to the ward.

She had guessed that Christian may be busy in dealing with his mom now, so she didn't call him. And

what he said was right, no matter what’s going, she should first settle her father's issue first.

Other than Christian and Luke, few knew about her father's situation. Except for the warden, there was

almost no one else coming to visit her father throughout the day.

Mr. Yannick once stopped by and visited Tristan when he submitted some files to the court. Canon was

the one who came the most times.

He almost lived outside the ward. And he would buy them meals.

It was already late at night, but Isabella still wasn't sleepy. She let Diana sleep on the sickbed beside

her father. She then sat on a chair, pondering.

Suddenly, there were some noise at the door. She quickly got up to take a look.

She was shocked after she opened the door.

It was like the night he suddenly showed up at the door in hotel, making her heart beating rapidly as if

in a dream.

She looked at him in a daze, "How, how did you get in here?"

Wasn't there prison guards?

Christian said lightly, "I told them I was your ex-husband. They let me in after checking my identity."

"..."

Ex-husband, he really dared to say it.

Isabella said hesitantly: "It's so late. Why are you here?"

"I'm worried." He said as he held her shoulders and stepped into the ward. His slender and tall figure

made Isabella look extremely petite and frail.

Isabella gently pushed him away, then said lightly: "Didn't you let Canon help me? What are you still

worrying about? "

"I'm worrying about you." He said, then walked to the side of the bed and looked down at Tristan.

Isabella was startled, looking at him without moving. His voice seemed still playing in her ears

"What did the doctor say? How is your father?"

"..."

No one replied for a whole while. Christian frowned, then raised his head to look at her, only saw her

staring straight at him. He then walked over and asked gently, "What's going on?"

Isabella suddenly regained her senses. She was blushed, and said, "Ah, nothing, I'm fine."

She went back to her chair and continued, "The doctor said that if the surgery is successful, he may be

back to normal. But he may also have to spend the rest of his life in a wheelchair."

Christian looked at the small body that was hugging herself. His eyes darkened, "Then, what's your

plan?"

Isabella rested her chin on her knees. Looking at her parents sleeping on bed, she said: "Mr. Yannick

told me that if medical parole is approved, he can be taken care of by his family. Mom and I can look

after dad, or we can even get a nurse."

The only thing was that she still needed to work and couldn't stay at home to help them.

Christian frowned, "Have you ever thought that you also need to be taken care of?"

Did she see herself as a superhuman,

who could work and look after her parents at the same time? And she was even pregnant?

Isabella became silent.

She knew it, of course. She had been considering whether to keep the two babies before. Now she

was the only support for the whole family, and she didn't know what would happen during her father's

follow-up therapy. When her belly got bigger, no doubt she wouldn't be able to do everything. She may

even lose her job at that time.

Without money and job, and she would have to take care of two elders and two children. How

desperate would she be?

Did she have to choose between her babies and parents?

All the struggle and hesitation was seen by Christian. He had already guessed what she was planning

to do.

"Isabella!" Christian's face turned gloomy. He suddenly walked to her side and said coldly: "What are

you going to do?"

Without her response, he tightly grabbed her shoulders with a terrifyingly cold face, "I'll give you money

if you need any. If you need help, I'll send more people, but I won't allow you to abort the babies."

Isabella's expression loosened for a bit, then slowly turned to stare at him. With a painful look in her

eyes, she ridiculed, "Want to become my sugar daddy? Give me money and let me bear children for

you?"

Christian's handsome face was exceptionally revealed a strong sense of danger. His eyes were so dark

that they seemed to swallow her whole. Isabella had never seen him like this after they got divorced.

Sure enough. He just cared about the children.

"I don't care what you think. Don't abort the children."

Isabella suddenly laughed, "They're in my belly, and do I even need your permission? You clearly know

my current situation. Like what you said yesterday, if that's the case, why should I even let them

suffer?"

Christian suppressed the anger and said while clenching his teeth: "Then you can remarry me. I'll take

you to the Civil Affairs Bureau now."