Loveless Marriage

Isabella immediately felt humiliated. In front of him, there was nothing but embarrassment.

"Who wants to go the Civil Affairs Bureau with you? Is there any difference between these two things? Another way to save some dignity for me? Or you want me to always lift my head in front of you? "Isabella!" Christian couldn't do anything about her stubbornness.

Why did she always interpret his good intentions with malice

Was he that untrustworthy?

Suddenly, Christian pulled her into his embrace. Gritting his teeth, he said in a low and deep voice, "You don't have to remarry, or accept my help, but I don't allow you to get abortion."

The sudden warmth in her body startled Isabella, while she remained silent.

She really hesitated this time.

Before she'd made up her mind to give birth to the babies and raise them up well, but now she was crushed by reality.

She could take care of the two children alone, but she still needed to look after her parents.

She also had another bottom line, him.

Lowering his head, Christian looked at the expressionless eyes of the woman in his arms. His heart ached slightly, and his handsome face almost approached her forehead. He said with a hoarse voice, "Isabella."

He knew that once she made a decision, she seldom changed her mind. If she didn't want the babies, even he was unable to save them.

Isabella looked at him in surprise with her eyes open wide.

The man lowered his attitude. Even though it was just his tone, it still made her feel shocked.

Was he... begging her?

Her heart was filled with complicated emotions, and she felt no so good.

She couldn't let go of the two babies either, but why didn't he think of her? Could she even accept the choices he gave her?

The remarriage was impossible. His status made her embarrassing. Those so-called 'help' also suddenly turned into charity. No matter how hard she was, she wasn't that ashamed to accept it.

She lowered her eyes with some pain, then muttered: "Christian, go back. I am in a mess right now. Will you let me think of it?"

Christian hugged her so tightly that he nearly broke her. His voice was hoarse to the extreme, and his tone became unyielding as well, "Isabella, they are also my children. You can't make the decision alone."

He didn't want her or himself to regret it later. Besides, these two babies were like a bond, and without it, there would be no more ties between them.

"What do you mean by 'you can't make decision alone'? We've already divorced. It's all up to me!" Isabella was annoyed and she started to struggle fiercely.

Christian frowned. Then with his fingers holding her chin, he kissed her in her lips.

It was a kiss of rage, which was very rough. As if he was to suck her soul.

Isabella shook her head to resist him, frowning uncomfortably.

"Ugh..."

Isabella struggled with all her strength. Her fingers clenched into fists, and her nails dug into her palms. The veins of her tender wrist stood out, as if they would break in the next second.

No until she was almost completely exhausted did she finally get rid of him. Without even thinking about it, she slapped him in the face.

"Pah!"

The extremely clear slap rang through the room.

Isabella was so angry that her whole body trembled. There seemed to be some sweat on her forehead, and her lips were red and swollen. She was breathing fast, and she stared at him with her eyes wide open.

Christian had also regained his senses from that slap. However, his expression was extremely stiff. After a few seconds, he muttered in a low voice, "Sorry."

"Get out!"

Isabella said as if she didn't hear what he said. Then she went back to her chair. She had used up all her strength right now, and her sound was as light as floating catkins. Christian panicked. "Isa..."

"I told to get out, now!"

Christian's face turned pale as he looked at her with a complicated expression. After a few seconds, he left without a word.

As soon as the door was closed, Isabella's tears falling onto her clothes, which quickly disappeared. She felt desperate and painful.

Isabella stayed in the hospital for two days with Diana, waiting for the medical parole approval.

During these days, Christian'd come twice, but he was shut out by Isabella. Diana didn't know what had happened that night, but she didn't ask anything. Luke'd also come a few times, but due to his identity, he was stopped by the prison guards outside. When Isabella saw him, she declined his kindness. Unexpectedly, on the third day, Naomi came.

They then chatted on a bench in the corridor.

"How did you know about my dad's illness?" She didn't tell anyone else.

Naomi immediately said angrily: "Your father's been in the news. If I didn't see it, are you going to keep it from me forever?"

"News?" Isabella was starled.

She hadn't been stayed in the ward without going anywhere these days, nor was she in the mood to browse her phone. So she hadn't checked any news. "Yeah. However, your father's medical parole should be approved soon since everyone's knew it now. Don't worry." Naomi consoled her, then she took out a card from her wallet and handed it to Isabella, "This is two hundred thousand. it's mine, and I also borrowed some from my friend. I know you are lack of money, so take it, ok?"

"Two hundred thousand?" Isabella was a little shocked and she immediately refused, "No, this is too much. I still have some savings for the surgery. You can just borrow me half of that."

"Okay, enough. There's not much, I'll give you for emergency. Now you need money at any time, and ..." She hesitated for a moment, and looked at her seriously, "I don't want you to give up on your babies because you are in a difficult situation. You know, there is nothing hard you can't live with in life, but if they are gone, then you would lose them forever. You need to consider this thoroughly. I don't want you to regret it in the future.

With that, Naomi gently placed her hand on Isabella's belly.

Isabella became silent. Bitting her lips hard, she endured the pain in her heart.

"Nao..." Naomi frowned. When she saw Isabella like that, her heart couldn't help but ache. She hugged her tightly, comforting her in a soft voice, "I know, I totally understand. You love your children, and you also love him, but you had no choice ... It's okay, I'm still here with you. Since you don't want to owe anyone favours, I'll help you." Love the children, and love him too... ' Naomi's words instantly heated up Isabella's eyes, as if she had finally met someone who truly understood her feelings.