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The stout, middle-aged man looked at Isabella with concern in his eyes. "Are you feeling under the weather, miss? Why don't you come with me? I have a room where you can rest," he offered kindly.Isabella's smile, though forced, was enough to distract the well-meaning Mr. White. "Mr. White, look over there!" she exclaimed, pointing to the distance. "Isn't that your wife? You might want to go say hello."Mr. White, now thrown off-balance, quickly turned to follow Isabella's finger. "Is that...Oh dear," he muttered, his attention fully on the supposed figure of his wife.Isabella, taking advantage of the opportunity, hurriedly made her way towards the exit, her hand clutched on her stomach.In the wealthy circle, it was common knowledge that while Mr. White might be a powerful figure outside, his wife was the undisputed queen of their home.This fact was not lost on Isabella's mother and sister, who had previously tried to win Mrs. White's favor to climb the social ladder. But Isabella w

Three days, seventy-two hours, it hasn't been too long. There should still be time!With a last shred of hope, Isabella tidied herself up and went out to buy the medicine.She had been idle for over a month, only meeting Audrey a few times.On this day, Audrey suddenly dragged her out, urging her to dress up nicely, then hurriedly took her away.When Isabella stood in the splendid banquet hall of the hotel, she still looked bewildered.Audrey led her to a quiet spot to sit down."Isabella, sit for a moment. I'll go find my brother and introduce you to his friends later."Isabella nodded, suppressing her doubts, and sat down, waiting for the people to arrive with a resigned attitude.When Vincent walked into the banquet hall, he casually glanced around, and then his gaze fell on a figure in the corner.After so long, he thought he had completely forgotten about that girl's figure, but unexpectedly, he spotted her among the bustling crowd.She was dressed in a pure white gown, her black

Vincent was also quite shocked, but he was calmer than Isabella. He had already calculated everything since that night. However, the doctor didn't care about their feelings and handed the report to Vincent."Alright, take her to the obstetrics and gynecology department for a more detailed examination," the doctor said, then called the next patient.Isabella followed Vincent out of the ward like a puppet without consciousness, clutching his clothes.Vincent didn't say anything, allowing her to cling to his clothes. Seeing the crowded hospital corridor, he extended his arm gently around Isabella's shoulder, protecting her in his embrace.He led Isabella out of the hospital without saying a word. Isabella was lost in her thoughts about how to deal with the situation until Vincent helped her open the car door, snapping her back to reality."Mr. Vincent, I may need to go to the obstetrics and gynecology department for another checkup," Isabella said.Vincent nodded. "I know. Get in the car

Randall couldn't believe it when he heard that Isabella and Timothy had called off their engagement. He couldn't wrap his head around it, so he dashed straight to Timothy's office."Are you brainwashed by Angela again?" he blurted out.Even though Timothy and Angela seemed to blame Isabella for everything, Randall couldn't agree. He was convinced that Angela was behind it all, plotting against Isabella."Why do you have such a grudge against Angela?" Timothy frowned.Randall scoffed, "Because I've known Angela since we were kids. Do you know how many times she's schemed against Isabella?"Now, every time Timothy heard Isabella's name, he felt annoyed, especially seeing Randall unconditionally defending her."She already had an engagement but went messing around with others. I saw it with my own eyes, can't blame anyone else for it," Timothy asserted.Randall was taken aback at first, then resolutely stated, "Impossible. Isabella would never do such a thing."This topic was a thorn in

Isabella quickly refused, "I'm not cold."Vincent nodded, "Don't take it off, it's just a few steps, we'll be there soon."Isabella stopped refusing upon hearing this and silently followed Vincent.They walked through the meticulously groomed courtyard, and Vincent stood in front of the door and entered the passcode."The door code is 1212, remember it."Isabella nodded, then silently repeated it twice in her mind.Opening the door, the first thing that caught their eyes was a spacious hall, elegantly decorated with no excess.Vincent bent down to change his shoes and then brought out a new pair of slippers for Isabella."These are for guests, tomorrow I'll have someone buy you a new pair."Isabella immediately shook her head, "No need to bother."Vincent didn't respond to her refusal, instead he led her to the sofa in the living room and handed her the TV remote, "You watch TV for a while, I'll go cook."Isabella looked at him somewhat shocked, "You can cook?"Vincent: "What's so sur