Can't Win Me Back (Isabella and Nathan)

After stepping into the hotel room, Isabella couldn't wait any longer and instructed Ava, "Ava, take out the most expensive fabric from the suitcase. I need to rush to make a formal suit for Theo. He must not become the laughingstock of the entire Imperial Capital." Ava didn't dare delay for a moment. She swiftly prepared the fabric, needles, scissors, drafting paper, and drawing tools.

Isabella quickly sketched out a few designs. "Ava, which one do you think looks best?"

Ava admired every design with awe. "Sis, as long as it's designed by you, they're all stunning."

Isabella recalled how, in her previous life, she had seen Theodore at a banquet. Back then, he wore a black suit, exuding a cold, ascetic aura that made him untouchable and distant. Standing among the scions of noble families, he was extraordinary, outshining the group of rich second-generation heirs.

Now, though still young, his masculine features must have mostly matured. Recently, he had even reported his height to her he had grown to 1.85 meters.

With this in mind, Isabella had a clear vision. The design needed to be elegant and unparalleled in its nobility, while also highlighting his calm and steady demeanor.

She eventually chose a simple yet sophisticated and dignified style.

After two sleepless nights, she handcrafted a luxurious but understated suit. Paired with her treasured tie and lapel pin, the outfit's value instantly soared.

Ava caressed the fabric lovingly. "Sis, this material is the same as what the princes of the British royal family wear. Moreover, it was designed and personally made by Jasmine's most prized apprentice. What do you think the price of this suit would be?" Isabella replied, "Setting a price is easy, but something as exclusive as this is priceless."

Ava beamed with excitement. "When Young Master Sanchez wears this to his coming-of-age ceremony, he'll truly be the center of attention."

Isabella said, "Ava, find a chance to deliver this suit to Theo. Tell him it's my gift for his coming-of-age ceremony."

"Yes."

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The night was cold and eerily quiet.

Isabella found herself unable to sleep. Standing before the tall floor-to-ceiling windows, she gazed down at the dazzling luxury of the Imperial Capital, her heart heavy with past memories. Those unbearable moments from her past seemed like demons, gripping her throat and suffocating her.

"Mr. Hill, is this little beggar the one you're looking for?"

"A beggar?"

Nathan furrowed his brows, his eyes betraying undisguised disdain as he looked at her.

But back then, she was too young and inexperienced to recognize his disgust.

She had wanted to tell them that she wasn't a beggar. Her mother was sick, and she was simply scavenging for recyclables to earn money for her mother's medicine.

But seeing her own dirty, tattered clothes, the words got stuck in her throat.

Nathan, perhaps sensing her rejection of him, crouched down and asked, "Your name is Isabella?"

She nodded timidly.

"Would you like to come with me? From now on, I'll provide for your education and pay for your mother's medical expenses."

Isabella couldn't see the calculations hidden behind his complex gaze. Thinking her luck had turned, she immediately kowtowed to him in gratitude. "You are truly my benefactor. Thank you for helping me... I've always dreamed of going to school." Without hesitation, she followed him.

True to his word, he sent her to an unremarkable school. She graduated high school and later enrolled in a third-tier university to study fashion design.

He also found her biological father and Sis, bringing her back to the Moore family.

**Should She Be Grateful to Him?**

She often wondered, without Nathan, what would her fate be? Would she continue to stay at the bottom of society, or would her stubbornness help her carve out a path to success?

For a long time, she regarded Nathan as her salvation, revering him as if he were a god.

But now, after witnessing the harsh realities of the world, after unconditionally supporting countless helpless orphans and widows, her thoughts began to waver.

She even found herself deeply repelled by the way Nathan had "saved" her.

Because his ulterior motives did not deserve the respect she had once had for him.

He wasn't a philanthropist; he was a fraud.

This truth was a painful, unspoken ache in Isabella's heart.

Divorce was imminent.

**The Next Day**

At the entrance to the Hill family villa.

Isabella had changed into plain clothes and was barefaced, looking slightly worn out after staying up all night. She appeared at the Hill family's doorstep, completely unprepared.

But someone had arrived before her: a luxury car worth millions had already parked in front of the villa, and Victoria stepped out with bags of gifts, walking toward the door. She rang the doorbell.

The butler opened the door, and upon seeing Victoria, his face lit up with surprise. "Miss Moore, Madam Hill has been asking about you. It's as if you've arrived just as she was talking about you." Victoria handed one of the gift bags to the butler. "A gift for you, Aunt Jones."

The butler accepted it with a smile. "Miss Moore, you always bring so many gifts when you visit, and even think of the servants. You're really thoughtful."

The butler warmly ushered Victoria inside.

In a taxi nearby, Isabella and Ava watched this scene unfold. Ava couldn't help but comment, "She's so close to her brother-in-law's family, her intentions are obvious."

Isabella smiled and said, "You're too young to understand love between a man and a woman."

Ava picked up an envelope from the seat. "Sis, I'll go deliver this. You don't need to see those disgusting people."

"Mm."

**Inside the Living Room**

Nathan and his mother were sitting on the couch. Upon seeing Victoria, Nathan quickly stood up and walked over to take the heavy gift bag from her hands.

He couldn't help but complain, "Victoria, you should just come without bringing gifts. You're in poor health; you shouldn't carry such heavy things."

Victoria looked at him with soft, loving eyes. "Nathan, I got some good fabric and made a few outfits for you and Uncle and Aunt. The New Year is coming, and there will be many banquets. I want you all to attend with dignity."

Nathan's mother put down her tea cup and sighed. "Ah, Victoria, you're so considerate of Nathan. It's a pity that my son isn't fortunate enough to marry you. What a shame."

She glanced at Nathan, shaking her head in frustration. "I don't know what you're thinking, Nathan. You're the president of a listed company, yet you married that woman just to repay a debt of gratitude. Look at all the trouble she's caused after the marriage-leaving home, disappearing without a trace... it's infuriating."

Mentioning Isabella made Nathan's face darken.

Nathan's mother continued, "You'd be better off just divorcing her."

Nathan replied, "Mom, Isabella has done so much for both me and Victoria. If I divorce her, I'll be labeled as someone who 'crossed the river and tore down the bridge.' It will harm my personal reputation and damage the company. Please don't bring this up again."