Chapter 133

Ethan turned off the shower.

The water stopped abruptly.

He grabbed his robe and put it on.

There was a faint noise outside the door.

A dark shadow moved close to the doorframe.

He yanked the door open.

Isabella stumbled inside, caught off guard.

"Who said you could come in?"

A storm brewed in his eyes.

"I warned you. Never enter this room."

He stepped closer.

Isabella's fingers trembled. "I brought you sobering soup..."

"Stop pretending," Ethan sneered. "A few nights in my bed and you forget your place?"

He leaned down and gripped her chin.

"Women like you are a dime a dozen."

"You all come running when I call."

"What makes you any different?"

Her face turned pale.

He released her, his voice full of disgust. "I wouldn't look twice if you stood here naked."

"Want to know why?"

She covered her ears, shaking her head wildly.

Tears streamed down her face.

"Stop... please stop..."

"Then get out." He shoved her away. "The sight of you sickens me."

The tray clattered to the floor.

The soup bowl shattered.

Isabella staggered out of the room.

She lay awake all night.

Her pillow was soaked with tears.

Why?

She was carrying his child.

Yet he despised her even more.

Was he... still thinking about Sophia?

The thought drove her mad.

She kicked over the nightstand.

The crash echoed outside.

Martha had just finished cleaning the master bedroom.

Now she heard noise from the second bedroom.

Annoyed, she knocked. "Miss Langley? Mrs. Roscente requests your presence for breakfast."

Silence.

Martha frowned and turned to leave.

The door flew open.

Isabella was curled on the floor, clutching her stomach.

"Martha... my stomach... it hurts so much..."

She was pale, drenched in cold sweat.

Martha fumbled for her phone. "The driver is off today! I'll call an ambulance!"

Another maid rushed over.

She immediately called Victoria.

The mansion descended into chaos.

The ambulance arrived half an hour later.

Isabella was carried out on a stretcher.

Everyone finally breathed a sigh of relief.

...

In the hospital emergency room.

Victoria rushed in.

"How is my grandson?"

The doctor put away his stethoscope. "False contractions caused by emotional stress. She needs to remain calm."

"Does she need medication?"

"Unnecessary." The doctor shook his head. "Just rest at home."

Victoria glared at the hospital bed.

Isabella shrank back, avoiding her gaze.

She had gotten so angry her stomach hurt.

It was a false alarm.

"Behave!" Victoria hissed quietly. "Keep causing trouble and you'll regret it!"

She stormed out, slamming the door.

...

In the laboratory.

Sophia received a call from Professor Watson.

"Come by the house next week. I want to introduce you to someone."

The professor's voice sounded weak.

Sophia sensed something was wrong.

She was free this week.

Why wait until next?

She went straight to the professor's house that afternoon.

She used her spare key to open the door.

The smell of herbal medicine filled the air.

The housekeeper, Jade, turned in surprise. "Sophia? The professor said you were coming next week..."

Eleanor Watson emerged, leaning on a cane.

"And you call this 'fine'?" Sophia's face darkened.

The professor gave an awkward smile. "An old issue. My rheumatism is acting up."

Sophia rolled up her pant leg.

Her calf was swollen and shiny.

"You call this a 'small issue'?" Her voice trembled. "Which hospital did you go to? I need to speak with the doctor!"

"Alright, alright, I admit I was wrong." Eleanor sighed. "I just didn't want to waste time at the hospital."

She ruffled Sophia's hair.

"The lab is much more interesting than any hospital."

"You understand, don't you?"