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“There he is! You signed the surgical consent forms–you must be her husband. Didn’t I tell you to
stay with the patient 24/7 while she was unconscious? Where did you disappear to? Thank God
nothing happened. Now go handle the admission paperwork.”
The doctor tore off the hospital forms, handed them to Ronan, and left the room.
“He’s not my husband!” Isabella called after the retreating figure.
Seeing the doctor was already gone, Isabella continued protesting. Something about her denial made
Ronan uncomfortable. –
“Enough. I brought you to the hospital, didn’t I? Stop playing these stupid games. Alright, enough
already.”
He set a takeout bag on the bedside table, and seeing the bandages wrapped around her head, his voice softened slightly.
“It’s still warm–go ahead and eat before it gets cold.”
Isabella stared at the familiar logo, stunned.
In the past, whenever she’d been sick and too finicky to eat anything, Ronan would drive miles and
wait in long lines to buy her favorite red bean pastries from this specific bakery.
But whether in her past life or this one, ever since the engagement announcement, he’d never shown such tenderness again.
Watching steam rise from the bag, Isabella didn’t move. She simply closed her eyes.
Then she heard Ronan’s hesitant voice.
“About yesterday… Heyar didn’t mean it. Don’t give her
So it was still about Heyar.
any trouble.”
Isabella opened her eyes again, tears of bitter laughter escaping.
“Ronan, it was deliberate assault. I’m definitely calling the police. She needs to face the
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consequences!”
Ronan’s expression hardened, frustration flashing across his features.
I bought you food and apologized for her! Isabella, don’t push your luck!”
eeing how quickly his facade crumbled, Isabella smiled again through her tears, meeting his gaze
n silent confrontation.
Recognizing her stubborn streak, Ronan eventually rubbed his temples and sighed heavily.
Alright, fine. Let’s just meet halfway, okay? This whole mess is really about you wanting me to narry you, isn’t it? So… you’ll get what you want. That wedding both our families keep talking
bout–the one you’ve been so set on? I’ll be there. Happy now?”
seeing the barely concealed resentment on his face, Isabella lowered her gaze, unable to stop nemories from surfacing.
n her past life, Ronan hadn’t attended their wedding ceremony.
He’d despised her and despised the marriage. Now he was agreeing only because of Heyar.
Back then, even though he didn’t love Isabella, he’d still married her–probably because his family had threatened him. After all, Heyar was his only weakness, and as just a housekeeper’s daughter,
he was easy to use as leverage.
They knew he’d comply.
But this lifetime, Isabella would never repeat those mistakes.
So she spoke plainly.
‘I don’t need you there. You were never going to be the groom anyway. Whether you attend makes
10 difference!”
Ronan’s anger finally boiled over. Just as he was about to explode, his phone rang.
Seeing “Heyar” on the screen, he forgot everything else and rushed out.
Watching the door slowly close, Isabella picked up her own phone and dialed 911.
After explaining the entire situation, she received unexpected news.
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“Miss Claymore, I’m sorry, but this was ruled an accident. Your fiancé signed a settlement agreement on the scene. We can’t pursue charges.”
Hearing this outcome left Isabella feeling suffocated, unable to breathe properly.
She hurled her phone against the wall, watching it shatter. Pain spread from her limbs to her very core until she finally broke down, sobbing alone in the empty hospital room.
Over the following days, Ronan visited almost daily, bringing fruit and healing soups, even arranging consultations with several specialists.
Isabella had regained her emotional composure and treated him as if he were invisible.
Seeing her cold indifference made him panic, unsure what mood she was in now.
But considering she was still recovering, he forced himself to be patient.
On discharge day, when Isabella refused to ride in his car, his restraint finally snapped.
“I already compromised! How long are you going to keep this up? Keep acting out, and I might just decide not to marry you at all!”
Isabella knew explanations were useless–he’d never believe her anyway. She simply looked down
and pretended not to hear.
In Ronan’s eyes, this was submission. His mood improved, and his tone became gentler.
No more throwing a fit, alright? My uncle’s coming back today, and I’m taking you to the family dinner. He’s the head of the Moretti family, and tonight, he’ll announce our engagement to everyone. I promised you a wedding, so I’ll be there. You’ll get your big ceremony. That should be enough for you, right?”
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