Marrying My Ex-Fiancé's Cousin のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 171 - チャプター 180

"Oh, come on. I seriously cannot deal with this anymore. This wardrobe door has been broken forever. It is jammed shut and will not open. The landlord is cheap as hell and refuses to fix it. If you tear the door off, he will definitely make us pay for it."This is ridiculous. I was just peacefully gaming at home, and somehow I ended up in this mess…" The man kept rambling, buzzing around the black-suited man like an annoying fly.Irritation from the stuck wardrobe kept building. The black-suited man finally lost his patience and kicked the door hard."Enough. Shut up!" He turned and stormed out, his face dark with anger.A few minutes later, the chaotic footsteps and frantic searching faded away, and the apartment sank back into silence.Isolde's heart finally settled. She let out a long breath and awkwardly loosened the arms she had wrapped around Bruce's waist, shifting to support him by the arm instead."They're gone. Let's get out."Bruce hummed softly. A faint trace of relu

Isolde's fingers dug into the handles of the wheelchair until her knuckles blanched."Go back to your side and let you imprison me?" A cold laugh escaped her. The smile that followed looked resolute and tragically beautiful, like a flower blooming at the edge of a cliff. "Alan Princeton, I would rather die."Alan stepped forward. Every movement carried the confidence of a man who believed victory already lay within reach. "Isolde, don't say something so foolish. You have no other choice. The facts are clear. You chose the wrong man. Bruce is nothing but a failure. He cannot even protect himself, much less keep you safe or give you the life you want.""So what?" Isolde replied calmly. "I am willing to die with him."A flash of ruthless resolve crossed her eyes as she met Bruce's gaze. He still sat in the wheelchair.In the next instant, she summoned all her strength. She braced Bruce and hauled him up from the chair. As though they had agreed to this long ago, the two leapt without

The car stopped in front of the main building of the old estate."Isolde, wait here for me—" Alan cut himself off as the memory of Isolde's desperate leap into the river flashed through his mind.Unease tightened his chest, and he changed his mind at once. "You're coming with me."Isolde stayed in her seat and refused to move. "I'm not going.""Grandpa treated you well in the past. Go see him one last time. Send him off properly." Alan's words sounded righteous, but his grip told a different story. His hands clamped around Isolde's arm like a vice, dragging her out of the car by force.…Inside the bedroom, the light looked pale and unforgiving. Medical machines emitted a cold, rhythmic beeping that echoed like a countdown to the end of life.Cheron lay sunken into the wide bed, his body frail and diminished. A dark red bloodstain marked the pillow from his coughing fits. His breathing came faintly, his chest rising so slightly it seemed as though the next breath might be his la

Not long after, Cheron grew weak and drifted into sleep.The doctors informed everyone that he needed rest and asked them to leave the room.Once outside, the air of grief vanished at once.The elders who supported Alan looked openly pleased, their faces marked by pride and satisfaction.Monroe Princeton strode up to Atlas Princeton, his voice thick with smugness and mockery. "I told you long ago to open your eyes. Following Alan was the right choice, yet you insisted on backing Bruce. How did that turn out? The facts prove your judgment cannot compare to mine."Atlas's face went ashen, his grizzled beard trembling with rage. "A man who can be ruthless toward his own blood is cold and heartless. Even if someone like that takes the seat of family leader, he will drive the Princetons into irreversible ruin.""Say that again!" Monroe snapped as his fury exploded.Atlas remained upright and unflinching, without a trace of fear. "I will say it a thousand times, ten thousand times. I

"Isolde!" Alan sounded like a cat whose tail had been stepped on. He hissed sharply, trying to mask his embarrassment with anger. "I know I was wrong. I apologized, and I am trying to make it right. Can't you stop clinging to the past?"Isolde looked at him expressionlessly. Her eyes were terrifyingly calm. "I let go a long time ago, Alan. The one thing I couldn't let go of has always been you. From the beginning, we could have parted amicably."If he had been willing to let go, they could have moved on with their lives long ago. Instead, he imprisoned her.Now she was about to repay him with a blade soaked in blood, leaving him with nothing."Part amicably?" The words stabbed Alan like a knife. He clenched his teeth as red flooded his eyes. "Isolde, I tried, but I can't. Every day away from you, I feel like a walking corpse. Even breathing feels like torment that pierces my heart."He grabbed her arm with enough force to nearly crush bone. His voice turned hoarse. "So in this lif