Chapter 370

When Isabella confirmed that Bianca was the mastermind behind everything, she made up her mind. She would get her revenge personally and make Bianca pay.

Hearing this, Bianca could no longer hide behind Michael. She stepped out with a cold smile.

"Isabella, you need evidence to back up your words. You lost the baby because you couldn't protect it, not because of me. Why are you blaming me?"

"Maybe the baby didn't want to come into this world, or maybe it didn't like you as a mother. Besides, an unformed fetus isn't even a life. Do you really need to blame me for that?"

An unformed fetus?

How could this murderer have the nerve to say such things!

"The baby was mine. You have no right to talk about him. Say one more word, and you won't leave here in one piece!"

"Bianca, you have no right to mention the baby!"

Michael's face turned dark instantly.

Isabella and Michael spoke almost simultaneously, saying the same thing.

Bianca found the scene ironic.

She glanced at Michael, then at Isabella, and sneered, "Of course, this baby was the last thing you two had together. No wonder you're so in sync."

Michael clenched his fists tightly, the urge to kill her stronger than ever.

But Bianca wouldn't let him have his way. She hadn't even slept with him yet.

And now was the perfect time for her to escape.

"Sis, if I had known you cared so much about that baby, I wouldn't have joked about it. Ask Michael, I didn't do it on purpose."

Bianca deliberately moved closer to Isabella, reaching out her hand.

Michael, worried about Isabella's safety, stepped in to block her, but Bianca took the opportunity to slip away right in front of them.

Michael wanted to chase after her but couldn't leave Isabella. He could only watch Bianca's retreating figure with gritted teeth.

Isabella, seeing his expression, thought he was reluctant to let Bianca go.

Her face returned to calm, and she took a step back. "She ran away. Aren't you going to chase her?"

With that, Isabella walked straight into the restroom, ignoring Michael's reaction.

Michael wanted to explain but couldn't find the words. He could only stand outside, waiting for Isabella to come out.

In the meantime, a tall, dark figure flashed through the empty hallway.

The figure, wrapped tightly, emerged from a private room and quickly entered the elevator.

Michael squinted at the figure.

Why did that person look so much like Nolan?

But he quickly dismissed the thought.

Nolan's legs were injured, and he needed a wheelchair to get around. The person just now walked quickly. It couldn't be him.

Just as Michael looked away, his phone buzzed.

It was a message from his assistant.

[Mr. Brown, the deal is almost finalized. If you could come and review the contract, we can sign it if everything's in order.]

Normally, Michael would prioritize work. He wouldn't cancel a meeting at the last minute.

But today was different.

First, he accidentally ran into Bianca, then he encountered Isabella. One was someone he had to catch, the other was someone he couldn't stop thinking about.

He didn't want to leave just yet.

So he told his assistant to keep the other party engaged, and he would be there soon.

He had been so swamped at the company lately that he hadn't even picked up Isabella from the hospital. Now that he finally saw her, he wanted to talk to her.

Even if it was just to look at her, it was enough.

He really missed her.

A few minutes later, Isabella came out of the restroom and was surprised to see Michael still there.

She found it odd.

Was he waiting for her?

The thought seemed impossible to Isabella.

Given their relationship, the fact that they hadn't divorced yet was already a sign of mutual tolerance. How could he ignore Bianca and wait outside the women's restroom for her?

Isabella shook off the thought and walked straight out without looking at him.

She had been away too long, and it wasn't good to keep her guests waiting.

Michael saw her intention and grabbed her wrist, stopping her from leaving.

"Isabella, can you stop avoiding me?"

He just wanted to talk to her. Did she hate him that much?

Isabella frowned and tried to pull her hand away, but Michael held on tighter. She looked at him and said directly, "Michael, I don't need to avoid you. I just don't want to see you. Let go!"

Michael didn't let go, but his eyes showed a hint of hurt. "Isabella, I know you don't want to see me right now. I just want to talk to you. Is that too much to ask?"

The president of the Brown Group was actually begging someone to look at him.

Even Isabella was almost shocked by his unusual behavior.

But it was too late.

No matter how much Michael lowered himself, her child wouldn't come back.

So, there was no solution between them.

"Michael, there's nothing to talk about."

"But I want to talk to you."

Michael's eyes were intense. He had so many questions for her. He wanted to know if she was doing well, if she was eating and sleeping well.

But in the end, all he could say was, "Are you feeling okay?"

Isabella didn't expect him to suddenly show concern.

She was stunned for a moment, then pushed his hand away. "I'm fine, thanks for asking."

After being pushed away, Michael didn't try to touch her again. He just stood there, like a soulless body.

Seeing him like this, Isabella felt a mix of emotions.

Finally, she sighed. "If there's nothing else, I'll be going."

She turned to leave.

Behind her, Michael's body stiffened, and he said in a low voice, "There is."

He didn't want to part ways like this.

He was afraid she would call him one day, asking for divorce papers.

He didn't want that.

Michael stood in front of her, looking deeply into Isabella's thin face.

He restrained himself from hugging her.

At the same time, he searched his mind for something to say.

"You just had surgery. You should be resting at home. What are you doing here? What if you catch a cold?"

A miscarriage was still a surgery, and it was especially hard on a woman.

Shouldn't she be resting at home?

Even though his words were out of concern, coming from Michael, they sounded different.

Especially since he had just been cozying up with another woman.

Isabella was speechless. She couldn't believe Michael was blocking her just to say this.

"Michael, where I go is none of your business. Don't you think you're overstepping?"