Can't Win Me Back (Isabella and Nathan)

Can't Win Me Back Chapter 10

Nathan's expression gradually softened as he assisted Victoria into the doctor's office. After reviewing Victoria's medical report, the doctor did not say much at first, but his serious demeanor shifted as he turned to Nathan.

"Where is Mrs. Hill's medical report?" the doctor inquired. solemnly.

Nathan Hill, who had just calmed down, felt his mood darken once again. Victoria quickly answered for him. "Oh, my Sis is abroad."

The doctor frowned. "Even though Mrs. Hill is the donor, her health cannot be neglected. Furthermore," he continued, revealing a hidden concern, "the day she was discharged, I found her bed sheets and bedding stained with blood during my rounds. Several days post- surgery, there shouldn't have been such heavy bleeding. This suggests a complication."

"Mr. Hill, could it be that Mrs. Hill has other health issues? You should urge her to return for a check-up to rule out potential hidden conditions. Truthfully, she was too weak to be discharged in the first place," the doctor concluded with a sigh.

Nathan's face turned pale, and his grip on Victoria's hand tightened painfully, almost making her cry out. He hadn't known that Isabella was in such a poor condition the day she left for abroad. If he had, he would never have allowed her to leave.

Seeing the doctor's pointed concern, Victoria quickly deflected the blame onto herself. "Doctor, this isn't Mr. Hill's fault. My Sis was adamant about going abroad. She admires Western life and insisted on leaving despite.everything. Mr. Hill had no choice but to agree." The doctor shot her a look filled with disdain, seeing through but not commenting on her excuse.

"Mr. Hill," the doctor said, turning his attention back to Nathan, "Mrs. Hill's body will never be the same after donating her kidney. You must ensure she seeks regular medical attention. If she continues acting recklessly, even a robust constitution would fail her. She might end up faring worse than the recipient of her kidney."

The doctor's final remark caused Nathan's face to collapse into a grimace of frustration. "You were her attending physician. How could you not know the cause of her heavy bleeding?" he demanded.

The doctor looked taken aback, his mouth twitching as if holding back a retort. After a pause, he calmly explained, "Mr. Hill, based on Mrs. Hill's previous medical reports, her health seemed normal. Her surgical recovery was also proceeding well. The sudden bleeding may have been caused by infection at the surgical site or..."

The doctor paused, meeting Nathan's gaze with measured seriousness. "I suspect she may have had a miscarriage."

"That's impossible," Nathan denied immediately.

The doctor's confusion was evident. "Her symptoms strongly resemble the heavy bleeding caused by taking mifepristone pills."

Nathan's mind reeled. Mifepristone? His voice wavered as he asked, "What are those used for?"

"To terminate a pregnancy," the doctor replied bluntly.

All color drained from Nathan's face. That evening, after Isabella agreed to donate her kidney for Victoria, he had been overwhelmed with joy and let his emotions overtake him, crossing a line he'd promised not to. Could it be that she became pregnant after that night? And if so, why hadn't she told him? Why would she secretly terminate the pregnancy?

His tall frame shook as he murmured, "Why would she do that?"

The doctor's tone turned incredulous. "Mr. Hill, Mrs. Hill is your wife. Would she terminate a pregnancy without discussing it with you first?"

A wave of anger and regret surged in Nathan's chest, leaving him feeling suffocated. The thought of the once-devoted Isabella, who revered him as if he were a deity, taking such a drastic step on her own was incomprehensible. She had used his own hand to end their child's life. "She must have had her reasons," Nathan murmured bitterly. "But why?"

The doctor shook his head. "Given her recent surgery, she wouldn't have been in any condition to carry a pregnancy to term."

Outside the hospital, Victoria noticed Nathan's brooding expression and tried to soothe him. "Don't overthink it, Nathan. I'm sure Isabella didn't end the pregnancy because she stopped loving you. At the time, she had just undergone surgery and wasn't fit to carry a child. Perhaps she didn't want to worry you, so she kept it to herself."

Her words provided a small measure of comfort. Yes, Isabella adored him. She wouldn't have done this without a good reason. She had always hidden her struggles from him, showing him only her joy.

Seeing him relax slightly, Victoria added, "She wouldn't truly leave you. She's probably just playing hard to get, trying to win your attention. Women love using tricks like that to feel cherished."

She leaned her head on his shoulder, painting a picture of domestic tranquility. "Nathan, why not take this time to focus on me while she's away?"

But Nathan gently pushed her away. Alarm flashed in Victoria's eyes. "Maybe you should humble yourself just this once and bring her back?" she suggested cautiously.

Nathan smirked coldly. "She crossed the line by ending my child's life. She's gotten too used to my indulgence. I won't bring her back until she realizes her mistake and apologizes."

Victoria let out a weak sigh, feeling no joy despite her outward success. The more deeply Nathan hated Isabella, the more uneasy she felt. After all, emotions like anger and resentment often stemmed from attachment Only indifference signaled true disinterest. **Milan**

Theodore's injuries fluctuated between healing and worsening, while Isabella's funds were nearly depleted. She contemplated how to break free from her financial predicament and eventually devised a plan.

"I'll use my skills in fashion design," she decided. Her idea was to buy cheap fabric, create garments, and sell them at a reasonable markup to earn a profit.

Without hesitation, she spent her remaining euros on inexpensive fabric and rented a sewing machine, returning home excited. "Theodore, I've decided to become a seamstress!" she announced.

Theodore, lying on the sofa, looked at her and calmly declared, "Sis, you should aim higher and. become a world-class fashion designer."

It was as if a divine light had struck Isabella. She suddenly realized, "You're right-I should be a designer!"

Years of discouragement had conditioned her to think of herself as nothing more than a laborer, but Theodore's unwavering confidence and encouragement filled her with warmth.

He teased her with a grin, "Sis, I can model your designs if you like."

Isabella nearly choked on her tea, laughing at his playful suggestion.