Chapter 161

The surveillance footage clearly recorded her sneaking into the study late at night.

Her careful actions of switching the files were captured in perfect detail.

Next, clips of her usually ordering Victoria Roscente around were played.

Her words were vicious, her demeanor arrogant.

Isabella Langley's face instantly turned deathly pale.

Ethan Roscente slapped her twice across the face.

The force was so heavy it made her ears ring.

"I thought you were just vain and shallow. I didn't expect you to be a pathological liar."

"Even more skilled at stirring up trouble and sowing discord."

His gaze was as cold as ice.

"I'm hitting you to make you recognize your place."

"Stop your delusional fantasies."

"And stop causing more trouble."

"Otherwise—"

Ethan leaned in slightly, his voice dropping to a whisper.

"You'll learn there are things in this world worse than death."

Isabella retreated in fear.

She couldn't even register the burning pain on her cheeks.

"Ethan... I know I was wrong..."

Her voice trembled, tears streaming down.

"I'll go apologize to Aunt Victoria right now."

"She can hit or scold me, I won't make a sound."

"I'll do anything to make her forgive me."

Ethan watched her expressionlessly.

His eyes showed no hint of softening.

Isabella panicked completely.

She fell to her knees with a thud.

"I really didn't mean to..."

"Maybe the pregnancy hormones are making me unstable."

"That's why I couldn't control my emotions with Aunt Victoria..."

She cried pitifully, tears falling like rain.

Ethan watched coldly, unmoved.

"...Finished?"

Isabella froze.

"Done crying?"

"Ethan..."

"Go pack your things if you're done."

"...What?"

A cold smile touched Ethan's lips.

"I wasn't joking when I told you to get out."

"Letting you stay this long was already more than you deserved."

"No! You can't do this to me!"

Isabella shook her head wildly.

The terror of being thrown out made her whole body tremble.

"I'm carrying your child!"

"You can't kick me out!"

Ethan directly called security.

"I'm not leaving... I absolutely refuse..."

Isabella completely lost control.

She lunged at Ethan.

"Why should I leave?!"

"Your mother cares so much about this baby!"

"How will you explain it to her if you throw me out?!"

Ethan was caught off guard as she grabbed him.

A rain of fists pounded against his body.

"Ethan Roscente! You have no conscience!"

"I'm pregnant and you're still thinking about your ex!"

"I won't go! I'd rather die here!"

Isabella acted completely crazed, crying and making a scene.

Ethan, utterly annoyed, pushed her away.

Isabella staggered and crashed into the wall.

A dull thud echoed.

But she charged at him again immediately.

This time, Ethan sidestepped to avoid her.

Isabella couldn't stop her momentum and slammed hard into the edge of the desk.

Her face changed dramatically, her whole body stiffening.

A warm flow gushed out between her legs.

She looked down.

Bright red blood dripped down her inner thigh.

It bloomed into a glaring red on the floor.

One drop, then another.

She felt something detaching, disappearing.

"Ah—my baby—"

A piercing shriek tore through the night sky.

...

Ethan took her to the hospital and then turned to leave.

After all, she'd been here so many times.

When was it ever real?

It was just the same old trick.

He wanted to see how long she could keep up this act.

"The pregnant patient's family? We need a signature for the induced labor procedure!"

The nurse hemmed and hawed.

The doctor frowned and urged, "Hurry up!"

"The family member already left..."

"What do you mean, left?"

"This is a Concierge Medicine patient. She's been hospitalized several times before."

Dr. Walters, on duty tonight, wasn't familiar with the situation.

But the nurse knew all too well.

Every time this patient was admitted, the entire nursing station suffered.

"Contact the family immediately! The fetus has no heartbeat, and the patient is hemorrhaging. It's very dangerous if we delay any longer!"

"The man who brought her in just left her here..."

The doctor was furious.

Enough money for Concierge Medicine, but no time to stay with his wife?

Wealthy families really only did shitty things!

"Someone always came to visit before, right? Check the visitor logs, contact anyone."

"Okay!"

...

Victoria Roscente was fast asleep.

Her phone was on silent, the screen lighting up and then going dark.

It happened four or five times before finally falling silent.

Amelia Roscente was at an all-night party.

The music was deafening.

"Tina, your phone is ringing."

She glanced at the caller ID; it was a landline number.

She declined the call directly.

The caller tried again.

She answered impatiently.

The noisy background drowned out the voice on the other end.

"The hospital? Isabella Langley? She's playing her games in the hospital again?"

"Miscarriage? Impossible, her stomach is tough as nails!"

"Sign? I'm busy, I don't have time!"

"Let her play by herself, don't bother me..."

"Hello? I can't hear you... Even if the director calls, it's useless!"

"I'm hanging up, do whatever you want!"

She put away her phone, raised her glass with a smile.

"Whose turn is it to drink? Next!"

...

The nurse put down the phone, fuming.

She returned to the operating room to report.

"...What do you mean, no one cares?"

"Exactly what it sounds like."

The doctor was shocked. "Her parents? Can we contact them?"

The nurse lowered her voice. "Dr. Walters, this patient's situation is a bit special."

"Pregnant out of wedlock, trying to marry into a wealthy family using the baby."

"The man didn't want it initially; it was his mother who insisted on keeping it."

"But she herself is just too much trouble..."

"Last time she was hospitalized, she had a huge fight with the man's mother."

"She's cried wolf too many times. No one believes her now."

The story of the boy who cried wolf was never a joke.

Dr. Walters sighed.

"The surgery must be done."

"Since we can't reach the family, follow the emergency protocol."

"File a report to the hospital administration explaining the situation."

"Check the operating room surveillance, follow procedure strictly to avoid future disputes."

Everything was arranged.

Dr. Walters put on her gloves, her gaze calm.

"Prepare for surgery."