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After learning that Lucius enjoyed fish, Isabella went to her family’s private pond the next day, planning to catch some fish to practice her cooking skills for him.
Just as she’d selected the ones she wanted, she turned around to find Heyar walking toward
her–though Isabella had no idea how she’d gotten inside.
Heyar wrung her hands, putting on a pitiful expression.
“Miss Claymore, are you upset because you found out Ronan hurt his hand trying to protect me? It’s all my fault, really. If you want to blame someone, blame me. I know you’re his fiancée and I’m just…
well, a housekeeper’s daughter–I’m not worth all this trouble…”
Hearing that saccharine, manipulative tone, Isabella frowned and turned to leave.
Heyar grabbed her hand, and when Isabella looked back in confusion, she saw a provocative smile
flash across the other woman’s face.
Before Isabella could process this sudden change, Heyar raised her own hand and slapped herself repeatedly across the face, tears streaming down her cheeks.
“Miss Claymore, you can hit me and scream at me–I deserve it! I just beg you not to stay angry with Ronan anymore. As long as you go see him, you can treat me however you want and I won’t fight
back!”
Seeing this bizarre performance, Isabella’s eyes narrowed as she realized something was wrong.
She tried to pull away, but then saw Ronan storming in with a group of his friends, fury written across his face as they surrounded the two women.
“Isabella! What the hell, why did you hit Heyar? I already agreed to the wedding–don’t push your
luck!”
Isabella looked at him coldly. “I didn’t touch her. There are security cameras right over there. Go check for yourself.”
She tried to leave, but Ronan, blinded by rage, wouldn’t listen to a word she said. His voice was
ice–cold.
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“I used to think you were just spoiled with typical rich girl attitude, but now I see you’re completely hopeless!”
He gestured to his friends to restrain Isabella, then took Heyar’s hand.
“Heyar, I won’t let you suffer any injustice. Hit her back!”
Heyar initially sobbed that she didn’t dare, but once the whole group encouraged her, she dropped
the act and slapped Isabella with all her strength.
The sharp crack echoed as Isabella’s face swelled immediately, her barely–healed forehead
beginning to bleed again.
Burning pain shot through her nerves, leaving her ears ringing.
Taking advantage of everyone’s distraction, Heyar shoved the still–dazed Isabella into the pond, then pretended to call for help.
Ronan glanced over coldly and walked away with his group.
“Leave her. The water’s shallow–she won’t drown.”
Isabella struggled in the water for what felt like hours, exhausting herself before someone finally
found and rescued her.
Isabella struggled in the water for what felt like hours, exhausting herself before someone finally
found and rescued her.
That night, she developed a high fever that hadn’t broken by the next day.
She had countless dreams about the past, tears streaming down her face as she mumbled deliriously.
“I feel awful… Ronan, didn’t you go buy me red bean pastries? Why aren’t you back yet?”
“It was my fault, I’m sorry, Ronan… I promise I’ll never hide love letters from other girls again…”
Ronan, who had just entered the room, froze upon hearing this. Memories surfaced of Isabella
following him around, and how he’d enjoyed spoiling her back then. Despite himself, his heart softened slightly,
“If you hadn’t forced this marriage, I would have treated you like a little sister forever.”
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The half–conscious Isabella heard this and opened her eyes.
The moment their gazes met, Ronan’s expression returned to its recent disdainful coldness.
“Grandpa heard you were sick and insisted I check on you. Don’t read anything into it–I was forced
to come. I never would have otherwise!”
The next second, Heyar timidly entered, wringing her hands as she began apologizing.
“Miss Claymore, yesterday was my fault. Please forgive me.”
Isabella had been slapped and pushed into a lake for no reason, and was only now starting to recover, but she had no energy left to argue.
She struggled to sit up, ready to throw them both out, when she noticed Heyar staring fixedly at her
neck.
Isabella’s hand went to the necklace there–one Ronan had given her for her eighteenth birthday.
Ronan noticed too. Knowing how important that necklace was to Isabella, his eyes darkened slightly.
“Heyar, I’ll have a custom one made for you later-”
He stopped mid–sentence.
Isabella had ripped off the necklace and thrown it at them, then forced herself to stand and brought over the box she’d packed weeks earlier, setting it in front of Ronan.
Seeing her cold actions, Ronan felt his chest tighten suddenly.
“What do you mean?”
Isabella pushed the box into his arms, speaking quietly. ““I’m getting married soon, and if my future husband sees all the things you’ve given me, he might misunderstand. Ronan, I’m returning everything. After this, we have nothing to do with each other.”
Ronan assumed she was having another tantrum. He dumped the entire contents of the box onto the
floor, his face dark as he glared at her.
“You hit Heyar first, and now you’re throwing a fit? I’m your future husband! ‘Nothing to do with each other‘–let’s see if you can keep up this act at the wedding!”
After venting all his pent–up frustration, he stormed out with Heyar.
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Looking at the mess scattered across her floor, Isabella smiled softly and called for her staff.
“Throw all this garbage in the trash.”
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