Semua Bab A baby for the billionaire: Bab 21 - Bab 30

"She's stable," the doctor said quietly, watching Isaac's expression carefully. "There was a subchorionic hemorrhage. It's a clot that forms between the uterine wall and the placenta, and when it bursts, it causes heavy bleeding. It's not uncommon in the first trimester." Isaac stood still, jaw locked so tightly the muscles near his temple twitched, he didnt move from where he stood. "She fainted from the sudden drop in blood pressure and the shock. The blood made it look worse than it is. We've cleaned everything, checked the fetus, everything’s fine.” The doctor flipped his chart slowly, as if waiting for permission to continue. Isaac still hadn't said anything. "She's going to be alright. The baby is fine too but she needs full rest for the next few weeks, no stress, no overexertion, no skipping meals. This isn't something that should happen again." Only then did Isaac speak. "What happens if it does?" The doctor's tone didn't change, but his words became more caref

The room felt colder than it should have. Isabel stepped inside with slow steps. The air smelled like cologne and linen, sharp and clean, like it hadn’t been touched by anyone else but him. Her hand hovered near her waist, awkwardly fidgeting with the hem of her sleeve. Across the room, Isaac was pulling a clean shirt over his head, the muscles in his back moving under the fabric as he finished buttoning the collar. His expression was unreadable, but he glanced at her once without saying anything, his eyes dragging over her face before dropping back to the buttons. She cleared her throat, trying to keep her voice even. “I appreciate the concern, but… I don’t think this is necessary,” she said, eyes fixed on him the entire time even though he had his back to her. He didn’t respond and so she continued. “I’ll sleep in my room,” she added, lifting her chin slightly. “If anything happens in the middle of the night, I can ring the bell they gave me, one of the staff can come.

She stood frozen for a moment, unsure if she had really heard him right, she just stood there in the hallway, staring at the closed door he’d disappeared behind. “Woah, what the hell was that?” she blinked a few times before she turned and walked away. She felt like she'd grown a lump in her throat, she stared at the food, completely lost her appetite by now. She stared at his bedroom door with a frown before turning the knob to hers and heading in. The next morning, she didn’t go down for breakfast. Lena noticed immediately, carrying a tray to her room not long after sunrise. She found Isabel sitting by the window, knees pulled to her chest, head tilted slightly like she’d been stuck in the same thought for hours. “Miss Manor?” Lena asked softly, setting the tray down on the table, “everything alright?” Isabel gave a small smile, one that didn’t reach her eyes, “yeah. I’m fine.” Lena hesitated before nodding, glancing at the untouched tea and toast before quietly leaving

Isabel fumbled with the zipper of her dress, her fingers trembling slightly, her mind still spinning from the way Isaac had pulled it up so casually, like it was nothing at all. She changed back into her regular clothes slowly, smoothing the wrinkles down with shaking hands, before grabbing the shopping bags the assistants had packed neatly by the fitting area. As she walked out toward the front of the boutique, she caught sight of Isaac standing near the glass doors, flipping through his phone, one hand tucked into his pocket. She swallowed and crossed the room toward him, the quiet click of her shoes the only sound besides the soft hum of music overhead. “Thank you,” she said quietly, her voice a little shy. He gave a small nod, not looking up. Just then, one of the boutique managers, a handsome man with a polished smile, approached them. "You looked absolutely stunning in that navy dress, miss," he said, offering her a small wink. Isabel flushed instantly, tuckin

Isabel stared at him like he had just grown a second head. "I'm sorry, what?" she said, blinking, “your wife?" Isaac didn’t even flinch. His voice was calm and collected, like he wasn’t just dropping a bomb in the middle of dinner. He turned toward Lena, "contact our media rep, arrange a full press conference for tomorrow morning. I want it quiet and clean, no third-party journalists, just our outlets." Lena nodded, already pulling her phone out as she stepped back toward the hallway. Isaac shifted slightly, his eyes brushing Isabel only once before he turned. "You’ll get more compensation," he said flatly, already walking out of the dining room. And just like that, he was gone. Isabel sat there frozen, fork still in her hand, eyes wide. "Did he just..?" she turned sharply to Lena, "what the hell was that?" Lena hesitated, her lips parting slowly. "I... I’ll help get you ready," she said carefully. "No, I didn’t agree to this," Isabel said, rising from her se