All Chapters of Marrying My Ex-Fiancé's Cousin: Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

After listening to Alan's accusations pile up one after another, Isolde's face slowly drained of color. "You don't believe a single word I say. You only ever believe Sandra. Alan, I'm infected too. I need this drug to save my life as well!""Enough!" Alan snapped, his fury unmistakable. "Isolde, you're truly beyond saving. I'll make this clear right now. No matter how much Bruce bids, I'll keep raising the price until the very end. Even if it costs me my entire fortune, I won't hesitate. I will make sure Sandra lives. Isolde, I won't let you kill her, and I won't let you keep making the same mistake again."Isolde's face grew even paler. The light in her eyes seemed to have been snuffed out by a violent gust, leaving behind only ruin and despair.Sandra felt a surge of secret delight, though her expression showed nothing but heartbreak.She forced herself to stand and spoke weakly. "Isolde, I'm infected with the virus, and you're not even wearing protective gear. It's too dangerous

Learning that Sandra was not infected, Alan let out a heavy sigh of relief. At least he no longer had to agonize over choosing between two impossible options.But when he met Isolde's mocking stare, shame struck him at once. His throat went dry as he forced out an explanation. "Isolde, I love you, but I also have responsibilities toward Sandra. I… I just didn't know what to choose—""Alan," Isolde cut him off, her expression cold and impatient. "The very thought of you hesitating makes me feel sick."She did not look at him again and turned sharply away.Isolde returned to Bruce's side and sat down.Bruce glanced at her with quiet intent. "Why didn't you stay to hear his decision?""I don't care who he chooses. Whatever existed between him and me ended long ago. If I weren't unwilling to waste nearly a billion dollars for nothing, I wouldn't even bother playing along in this farce with them. As for choosing between the two…" Isolde sneered. "If the choice isn't absolute, then no

Alan paused with the wineglass in hand, then took another long swallow.Nash said, "Ms. Carter has been kneeling for a long time. She refused to let us tell you. She says this is her atonement, her deserved punishment. But if she keeps kneeling, I'm afraid her body won't hold up. She gave birth not long ago."Alan frowned and rose, moving to the window.Through the snow-blurred glass, he saw Sandra kneeling upright in the center of the courtyard. Snow had already settled thickly on her shoulders and hair. Her face looked pale and exhausted, drained of all color. She seemed painfully fragile against the icy ground.His phone began to ring.Ruth was calling, requesting a video chat.Alan answered without hesitation. The moment the call connected, their baby's piercing cries filled the room.Ruth held the child, worry written across her face. "Alan, tell Sandra to get up right now. In this snowstorm, do you want her to freeze to death?"Alan stared at Sandra kneeling in the snow.

Isolde thought it over and still felt uneasy. She chose to sleep on the floor. She searched the entire lounge, but she could not find even a spare blanket.With no other option, she turned toward the door."Where are you going?" Bruce's voice sounded behind her."Mr. Thompson sometimes stays at the office. He should have extra blankets. I'll go check—"Bruce reached out before she could finish. He caught her wrist and pulled her back with sudden force."Ah!" The surprise sent Isolde stumbling against him.His warmth pressed through her thin pajamas. Her breath hovered close to his. The moment filled with a quiet, intimate tension.Bruce swallowed, his Adam's apple moving. His voice stayed calm but firm. "Sleeping on the floor will make you cold. Do you want to get sick again? Get on the bed. Sleep with me.""But—""What?" He raised an eyebrow, his dark eyes fixed on hers. "Are you afraid I'll do something to you?"Isolde's gaze flickered, guilt stirring in her chest.She was

"You almost got me killed. Do you think this just ends here?" Isolde's voice remained calm, the threat unmistakable. "The 700,000,000 dollars from the auction will be paid by you. Transfer the money to my account within a week. Otherwise, this paternity test report will land in front of Alan. Tell me then, will the marriage certificate you just received still be worth anything, or will it turn into scrap paper?"Sandra screamed, "You wouldn't dare!""Try me." Isolde let out a cold laugh and ended the call.She switched her phone to airplane mode and devoted herself entirely to running the program.…A few hours later, the final algorithm result appeared flawlessly on the screen."We did it! We succeeded!""Ms. Vancrest is incredible!""Nationwide celebration! Nationwide celebration! We can save the world now!"Cheers exploded throughout the research lab.Joy flooded Isolde. She rose and hurried outside, speaking excitedly to Bruce. "Bruce, I did it! The algorithm is complete.