Cannot Bear To Let Go Of My Rich Wife
Chapter 430 - 446: The Late Menstruation (8)

Isabel’s complexion, however, was getting better day by day. Although she was not in a cheerful mood, she no longer felt the despair she had when she lost her child. Even though a miscarriage was less serious than an induced abortion, Isabel still followed the doctor’s instructions, resting well and going to bed early every night.

However, only Isabel knew that he always came to see her in the quiet of the night.

In fact, it was three days after Percy arrived in Bellshire that Isabel realized he would visit her in the infirmary. That night, she kept feeling someone holding her hand. At that time, her body was still weak, and most of the day she felt listless and sleepy. That night she had a dream about the child she had lost and felt like crying, but then someone gently held her hand. Perhaps it was because she was sweating coldly that a soft towel was used to wipe her forehead.

At that moment, she thought it was just a dream, but when she woke up the next day, she saw a towel lying by the bed, realizing that someone had indeed come in the night.

In her heart, she had a vague idea of who it was, but she just couldn’t be sure, or more accurately, she didn’t dare to hope...

You only know who you love most when you’re drunk, and you only know who loves you when you’re sick.

When she was most desperate, she thought of him, but all she got from him was endless coldness.

Isabel had always been convinced that Percy treated her well, but after that night, she wasn’t so sure.

In the following days, Percy would visit every night. Sometimes, Isabel knew and sometimes she didn’t. However, as her physical condition improved and she regained her energy, she didn’t want to sleep so much at night. When it was getting late, she would close her eyes and pretend to sleep, then secretly count under her breath. Without fail, within a hundred counts, Percy would push open the door and enter

Percy was quiet and didn’t talk to her much, just staying by her bed, often holding her hand. In the early morning, when he left, he would sometimes kiss her palm and sometimes her brow.

The same female nurse brought her meals during the day. Each time she came, she would bring a bouquet of yellow roses and place them in the white glass vase by her hospital bed, filling the room with a faint fragrance.

Despite the nurse’s silence, Isabel knew the flowers were not from the hospital but from someone else.

The language of the yellow roses meant: I’m sorry.

Isabel knew in her heart that it was Percy.

Fifteen days may not seem too long or too short, but to Isabel, being confined in a small hospital room was nearly intolerable. Finally, on the day of discharge, she packed up her belongings early and went to the hospital cashier’s desk to pay the bill.

The cashier girl checked her room number and looked up, saying, "Miss Isabel, this has already been paid."

Isabel, although still knowing who it must have been, gave an expression of astonishment, then nodded her head and said, "Thank you," before she took her bank card and left the hospital.

At that time, it was still early, and there were only a few vehicles at the hospital entrance. As Isabel walked to the door, about to hail a taxi, an Audi A8 stopped in front of her. The window came down, and a middle-aged man inside respectfully asked, "Miss Isabel?"

She hesitated for a moment, not recognizing him, before finally nodding.

The man promptly said, "Please get in the car. I am here to take you home."

Without giving it much thought, Isabel looked around and saw Percy’s familiar car parked on the street not far away. She knew instinctively what was going on, and after lowering her gaze in thought, she opened the car door and got in.

The man did not ask for her address and simply drove towards her apartment.

Through the rearview mirror, Isabel could see Percy’s car following at a constant distance behind them.

As she looked at the familiar scenery outside the car window and the car following behind, she felt somewhat irritated and said to the middle-aged man driving, "Master, you can just drop me off up ahead. I don’t want to go home."

"Miss Smith, just tell me where you want to go, and I’ll take you there," the man said, still very respectful, without slowing the car down.

There hadn’t been a pleasant event in recent days, and Smith Corporation had nothing to do with her now. High-rise buildings were everywhere in Bellshire, making her feel annoyed. Isabel pursed her lips and said, "I want to go to the far suburbs."

"Alright, Miss Smith," the middle-aged man agreed and promptly turned the car around at a suitable place on the road, heading towards the Outer Ring.