Loveless Marriage

"I won't waste my time on these things. No matter who brings up my children, I will not care that much as long as they grow up healthy." He looked at her expressionlessly. No one could tell anything from his dark eyes.

Hearing this, Isabella was startled.

She didn't expect that he would think that way. Or was he just scheming something secretly under his pleasant words.

"I'm their mother, so naturally, I won't let them suffer even the slightest bit of harm. Since you don't care about me, you don't have to come to see me. After they are born, you can visit them anytime you want. I'm not that narrow-minded"

Christian tilted his head. He then ridiculed: "You can't take good care of your own mother. Luke also has a daughter, do you think that he can always by your side? Isabella, I really suspect whether they can be born or not. "

Hearing this, Isabella didn't know what to say, whose pretty face flushed as she glared at him angrily.

What do you mean whether they can be born or not?

"If you don't always show up, I may be better."

Christian smiled. "Is that so? How many pregnant women drink and go on business trip all time? Do you think the children stick to your body?"

Isabella's face darkened. She bit her lips and said, "None of your business."

If she hadn't divorced, her father wasn't in prison, and she wasn't lack of money, she would also stay at home and rest all day as other pregnant women.

However, she couldn't speak this out, since she was the one who asked for the divorce, and her pregnancy was an accident as well. Her father had only himself to blame. All these didn't seem to have much to do with him. So there was no point to argue.

After that, Isabella turned to leave.

Christian quickly grabbed her arm. He may also realise that what he said were a bit harsh, so he softened his tone and gently said: "Since they are mine, I'll take care of you before they are born."

Isabella was a bit stunned. Her heart felt like it was pierced.

Knowing that he did these only for her children, she couldn't help but feel an inexplicable sense of loss.

Eventually, he just didn't like her anyway.

Leaving his hand, she left with just a sentence.

"Whatever you want."

Christian watched the back of her walking away, whose tense expression relaxed gradually, as though he was relieved. His expression were helpless and complex.

It seemed that he could only take it slow.

When Isabella got down from the rooftop, she saw Luke still waiting for her, who asked, "Are you alright?"

"Why do you even ask this, Mr. Allen? The children are mine, so why would let anything happen to her?" Christian came out from behind her, whose smile was a little cold. Isabella angrily turned around and looked at him, "Why are you still here?"

"I shouldn't be the one leaving, right? Mr. Allen brought his daughter here, so it may not be very convenient for him to take care of the elder." His tone was calm, but everyone could know what he meant. Luke's face darkened a bit as he hugged Rachel. Then he said with a faint smile, "Mr. Miller, it's my duty to take care of Mrs. Jones and Bella. But with you here, things would be more difficult for Isabella." Diana was now lying on bed. From their conversation, she could instantly guess that Christian probably knew that he was the father. She already felt rather guilty hiding the truth from him, and she even didn't know who to help.

After a while, she gave a hollow laugh. "Hum...Luke, Christian, you can go back. I'll be fine with Isabella and the nurses here."

Hearing this, Isabella couldn't be more thankful to her mother.

Christian was her babies' father, and she made Luke get into this. It was really a dilemma.

She also imitated Diana and said politely with a cold smile, "Mr. Miller, the children and I are both fine, as you can see. So you can go back now."

She then shifted her gaze to Luke, and spoke in a much gentler tone, "Luke, thanks for everything today. I can take care of my mother and you can take Rachel home."

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