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"Young man, your girlfriend here is an absolute saint. You make sure you treat her right." "Years ago, when your mother was hospitalized with that sudden, massive internal hemorrhage, she desperately needed a massive transfusion of a critically rare Bombay blood phenotype. It was Isabella who secretly went behind your back to get tested. She sat in our private clinic for hours, donating an immense amount of her own rare blood to save your mother's life. She didn't rest properly after that heavy extraction, which completely broke her immune system. That is the exact reason her severe allergies became so volatile and her health went downhill. Don't you ever look down on her." Ryan’s hand shook

As if she was hearing what Kristina was telling her, she calmed down immediately, breathing in and out. After some minutes, Isabella woke up looking around the ward. She felt a slight pain on her stomach. Then she remembered what happened. She was stabbed and now, she is in the hospital. Kristina saw she is already awake, then she smiled at the girl who was still looking around like a lost sheep. "Isabella?" She called. Isabella looked at the person beside her. It was her brother's PA sitting beside her, holding her hand tenderly. "Are you okay Isabella?"

A high-ranking Alpha worth ten figures could surely figure out how to feed himself. I wanted to point out that he was twenty-eight years old, not a pup in the nursery, but instead I muttered, “Fine. Just this once, Teresa.” I tucked the pack under my arm and headed toward the clinic. Isabella’s sleek Maserati was idling at the entrance of the Manchester Andrology Centre as my cab pulled up. She lowered the tinted window just enough to catch my eye. "Get in," she commanded, before the glass slid back up.

When she left, I just stood there, numb. Ethan’s small hand still in mine, his breathing shallow. “Mamma… my head hurts,” he whispered again, barely audible. I covered my mouth with my palm to stop the sob that escaped. Isabella sat beside me, tears dripping onto her lap. “They said they need to buy the special medicines and equipment for the treatment,” she said quietly. “They need to start the process in two days or…” Her voice broke. “…or he won’t be able to make it.”

Isabella’s POV The fluorescent light settled above my head as I stood in front of the Intensive Care Unit. Inside was Alan, unconscious and lying on the bed with machines around him. His body looked weak, and beside him was Miss Joanna. I just arrived, and the first thing I saw was the poor condition of the boy who just wanted a family and a simple life. Seeing him like that breaks my heart even more. Miss Joanna caught my gaze. Her tired gaze locked with mine as she walked out of the ICU wearing protective equipment. She removed the mask and held my hand. “Belly…”

“I’m doing everything, everything, to make sure you’re okay.” Her mother’s fingers curled weakly around hers, a silent thank you, a silent I’m trying. Isabella felt her breath hitch. She kissed her knuckles again and again, letting her tears fall freely. A nurse walked in, adjusting the IV bag, and gave Isabella a small sympathetic smile. “She’s stable today,” the nurse said softly. Isabella nodded, though her eyes never left her mother’s face. “Thank you.” When the nurse left, Isabella exhaled shakily and looked at her mother again.

Divine justice, I call it. I wanted to tell Nukea everything because I know she's going to be very pleased, but she's ghosting me, apparently. And now Isabella is having complications again. I can't catch a break. "I'm so sorry, Alpha," the nurse says a couple of minutes later, rushing over to me, "Luna Isabella is going into surgery to have an emergency C-section. The pup settled in a very risky position and ruptured the sac. This is all just happening, that’s why no one has had time to come and tell you about it.”

Nathan's eyes filled with confusion. The Isabella he once knew was utterly dependent on him, relying on him for every meal. Yet now, she seemed capable of taking care of herself. --- Inside the hospital room, Isabella, though starving to the point of feeling hollow, lost her appetite as she stared at the array of food delivered by the takeout worker. Her hand gently rested on her stomach, a secret known only to her. Her digestive system had always been robust, never susceptible to nausea from something as trivial as a cold.

It was the first time she had seen such a frightening look in his eyes. *** When Isabella woke up, she was in a hospital bed, her leg wrapped in thick white gauze, with an IV drip in her hand. She turned her head and immediately met Quinn's gloomy gaze. He was looking at her gloomily, not saying a word, seeming very angry. "Quinn, I..." Isabella tried to say something, but her throat was too dry to speak. Quinn immediately took the water cup from the bedside table and put a straw in it, bringing it to her lips.