Loveless Marriage

Chapter 110 Consider Your Own Situation

"What are you talking about?" Naomi immediately rolled her eyes at Isabella: "If I get hurt, do you think

you and Auntie will be okay? It was just an accident, who though that… Ah, God bless you. Now it's all

gone, and don't even think of it."

At this time, Christian and Canon stood at the corridor, talking about something.

Canon respectfully said: "Mr. Miller, I've made sure that the news today wouldn't be got out."

Christian held onto the railings, with an indifferent expression, he said, "Tell your boss to send a more

people over. Don't disturb Isabella and her mother. Try stay low key."

"Sure." Canon nodded.

"Have you found out the information about the three men?"

"Yes, but it seemed to have nothing to do with the prison. They all received an anonymous text

message, which told them the address of this hospital."

Christian's ink-black eyes instantly flashed with a cold glint, looking extremely threatening and sinister.

Tristan had just transferred to this hospital at noon, but those people got here in the afternoon. Being

able to know their whereabouts so accurately, they obviously didn't just wanted to make a fuss. The

person behind this seemed to be very familiar with the Jones' family.

After a while of silence, Christian said, "Go investigate."

Canon calmly nodded his head, "Right away, Mr. Miller."

As Christian returned to the ward, the three people who were still talking immediately stopped.

Playfully glancing at Isabella, Naomi smirked: "It was really dangerous today and I need to go home

now. You guys chat, I'll leave first."

In a daze, Isabella said, "Naomi..."

"No need to walk me off." She laughed enchantingly as she turned around. Then she glanced at

Christian with a meaningful look.

Diana also got up and covered Isabella with the quilt before saying gently, "I'll go check your dad. Rest

and don't forget to have the soup."

"Hey, mom…"Panicked, Isabella tried to stop her.

They just left her here like this?

Diana then smiled at Christian, "Let her sleep early."

He nodded and closed the door after she left.

Looking at him, Isabella nervously swallowed her saliva, and then stuttered: "Um … I'm fine now. You

should go busy with your things. "

Could he just stop showing up in front of her?

If they were recognised by others, their marriage may be exposed as well.

"Since I've got involved in this, I'll have to get over it. Or someone would make use of the loophole

tomorrow." Christian sat on the said of bed and said lightly.

He didn't do these to help her marry someone else. Tomorrow, when Tristan was undergoing surgery,

Luke would also came.

"Hmm?" Isabella frowned, looking at him blankly. She was confused at what he said.

However, he didn't leave any time for her to think about it. He then said, "After you leave the hospital,

move to Scenery Bay with your mom."

Scenery Bay?

Without thinking, Isabella rejected him, "No, I won't go there, neither will my mom."

That was his apartment. Even though she'd once shamelessly moved in after her father got caught for

some days, it was before they got divorced. Now she wanted to keep herself some dignity.

As if expecting that she would reject him, Christian immediately followed up: "Then I'll let Canon find

you a new apartment near Benton. But it's only for you, and you'll pay the rent. There's no need to

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"…" Isabella choked, not knowing how to refuse him.

Seeing her eyes were filled with resentment, Christian carelessly added, "Don't tell me your mom's life

isn't more important than your dignity? I'm just trying to save you some time. After the surgery, you can

directly move in."

Isabella raised her head and looked at him for a while, then said: "Alright, then I'll thank Canon in

person later."

Christian: "..."

She could even see through his thoughts.

But anyway, as long as she said yes.

Isabella lowered her eyes in silence for a while. Her expression became somewhat more serious, then

she asked hesitantly: "Do you know … how was the three men now in the police station? "

Her father had ruined their families. Even though she had almost killed, she still felt a bit apologetic.

Christian said indifferently: "Crime of intentional injury. What? You still want to help them? "

Isabella was silent for a moment, then shook her head, "No, the law will judge fairly. I just want to know

what family members do they have and did they get any compensation at time."

After all, the man lost two families, which was related to her father. She needed to figure it out now.

Looking at serious expression, Christian explained: "He got some money, but it couldn't compared to

two lives. Only elders are left in his family now."

"However, before you help them, you must also consider your own situation now. You don't live any

better than them, so don't make yourself any trouble.

Isabella suddenly didn't know how to refute him.

Indeed, now that she was short of money and had a million dollars in debt. Her father was sick, and

she was also pregnant. She must consider her own situation. Besides, her father was the one to be

blamed, but he'd got his comeuppance and the money had also been paid. She shouldn't do things out

of mind now."

"I know what I'm doing." She gently stirred the soup with her head lowered down, trying to hide her

embarrassment. "Naomi told me that your mother was here when it happened. Did she come here as

well?"

What could she even do? For him or for her, but definitely not with a good intention.

But why did she leave at the ned?

Christian frowned: "She just wants to confirm the babies. I've already explained to her. You don't need

to worry about it."

Isabella had a mouthful of soup. She then raised her head to look at him, asking, "Naomi also told me

that there was also a young and pretty woman by her side … Is it Lexie?"

This was not the first time she saw Lexie by Mallory's side. Most likely, It was just her who made

Mallory come to hospital. Otherwise, she really wouldn't think of how she find this place.