Cannot Bear To Let Go Of My Rich Wife
Chapter 423 - 439: The Late Menstruation (1)

Chapter 423: Chapter 439: The Late Menstruation (1)

Percy Stanton called three times in a row before Isabel Smith finally answered. His heart was already in his throat, just as he was considering contacting someone to search for her, when the phone was suddenly picked up.

Percy didn’t even wait for Isabel to speak before he blurted out anxiously, "Isabel?"

Isabel didn’t speak, her heart churning turmoil.

After what felt like several seconds, Percy’s voice came through the phone again, "Isabel, what did you want to tell me when you called last night?"

What did she want.. He was actually asking her that.. Isabel never thought of herself as a mean-spirited woman, but now she knew that a woman could become spiteful because of a man. She couldn’t help but curl her lips in a mocking smile, mocking both Percy and herself.

Isabel didn’t laugh out loud; across the phone line, Percy had no idea what Isabel’s expression was like. But his intuition made him feel a vague layer of unease deep in his heart. The normally disdainful Percy couldn’t help but hurriedly explain, "Isabel, there was a small problem with my mobile phone last night, so I didn’t get your call."

In someone’s life, many such misunderstandings and coincidences can happen—a simple, small problem, nothing more normal.

However, to Isabel, who had just lost her child, she found this explanation to be utterly ironic.

When could a mobile phone not malfunction? Why did it have to be last night?

For a woman, she may not need a man to be incredibly powerful or wealthy. The only thing she needs is for him to be there for her when she needs him the most.

Isabel’s fingers stiffly gripped the mobile phone, her lips pressed together, her body trembling. It took a lot of effort to finally speak up with a simple, "Mhm."

"So... what did you want to talk about?"

"I..." As the words left Isabel’s lips, she thought of her lost child, and it felt like someone had torn a piece from her heart, the pain excruciating. She tilted her head back, trying hard to swallow her tears, her tone flat and emotionless, "Now, it doesn’t matter."

Percy couldn’t be sure, but he felt as if he had missed something incredibly important last night.

This feeling churned inside him, a storm ready to explode at any moment, weighing down his entire mood.

His innate intuition told him that he had certainly missed out on something regrettable. So he opened his mouth to ask Isabel, but in the end, he couldn’t bring himself to ask.

He admitted that at this moment, he was feeling incredibly timid.

Isabel held the phone, waiting a long time without hearing Percy’s voice. She blinked, her voice soft, "If there’s nothing else, I’m going to hang up."

"Isabel..." Percy only called her name, then fell silent for a while. Finally, he responded with a soft "Mhm." And without any hesitation, Isabel disconnected the call.

Percy stood alone with his phone, the beeping of the line busy, not moving for a long time. The still-pressed mobile phone on his ear suddenly started vibrating violently.

Percy thought it was a phone call, so he looked at the screen and realized it was actually a series of text messages coming in one after another.

He swiped through them one by one, some were from the mobile phone company, some sent by people from the Thompson Empire Group, and the last few were from Isabel Smith’s phone number.

Percy hesitated for a moment before raising his finger to open them:

——Percy, the baby is in a terrible condition.. Save her... Answer my call.. I am pregnant..

——Percy, the baby is yours..

——Percy, my belly hurts so bad. Call me back when you see this text, okay?

——Percy, I’m waiting for you at the entrance of Southwales Hospital. Can you come when you see this?