Chapter 222
You Deserve It
Isabella's pupils trembled as she paid the bill.
"Isn't it automatically deducted from the account?"
"The account is frozen."
"Frozen? Why?"
"The holder requested it."
Requested it himself.
Isabella suddenly laughed.
"Ethan Roscente, you're ruthless."
After over a month in the hospital.
She was finally discharged.
The sunlight was blinding.
White clouds drifted.
It felt like a lifetime had passed.
...
Ethan left work early.
He got into the car.
"Back to the mansion."
"Yes."
He closed his eyes to rest.
The sound of wind whistled past his ears.
When he opened his eyes, it was completely dark.
Dark clouds loomed overhead.
A storm was brewing.
He hated the rainy season.
Damp, stuffy, and suffocating.
The car entered the Beverly Hills estate.
Screech—
It came to an abrupt halt.
Ethan's body jerked forward, then was pulled back by the seatbelt.
"What happened?" he asked coldly.
The driver hurriedly apologized. "Someone suddenly rushed out..."
Ethan looked up.
A light drizzle was falling.
A woman stood in front of the car.
Soaked through.
Her white dress clung to her body.
Outlining her slender figure.
Water droplets dotted her pale face.
Like a pear blossom about to fall in the rain.
The driver felt a pang of pity.
Ethan indifferently looked away.
"Since when are the security so incompetent? Call someone to remove her."
The driver immediately made the call.
Isabella had nowhere to go.
Her mother and brother had abandoned her.
She couldn't return to school.
Only this mansion remained.
But...
She looked through the car window at the man's cold profile.
He wouldn't even grant her a glance.
Isabella threw herself at the rear window, pounding desperately.
"Ethan... I'm back... Don't ignore me..."
"You're all I have left..."
"I know I was wrong... I'll listen to you from now on..."
The window remained firmly shut.
The property manager arrived with security.
"No trespassing on private property! Please leave!"
Isabella explained urgently. "I'm the owner! I live here!"
The security guard was expressionless. "Don't recognize you."
"I'm Ethan Roscente's girlfriend! He can confirm it!" She banged on the window. "Ethan... Please don't send me away..."
Two security guards simply lifted her and dragged her away.
Ethan watched coldly.
"Drive."
The driver broke into a cold sweat. "Yes..."
Isabella was thrown out of the gated community.
"Should've taken the easy way out! Get lost!"
The guards cursed as they left.
...
The rain stopped.
Isabella wandered aimlessly.
She found herself at the gates of Caltech.
Students laughed and chatted.
Full of youthful energy.
She used to be one of them.
Suddenly.
She saw a familiar figure.
"Madison—"
She rushed over and grabbed the other's wrist.
Like clutching a lifeline.
Madison Klein was startled.
Her companion politely excused herself. "We'll meet you at the shop."
"Okay."
Madison turned to look at Isabella.
Her expression was complicated.
"How did you..."
A month ago at the hospital.
Isabella was in a patient gown enjoying expensive tonics.
Now she was drenched and disheveled.
"Madison..." Tears welled in Isabella's eyes. "The baby's gone... He doesn't want me anymore..."
Madison wasn't surprised.
She just didn't expect it to happen so fast.
Isabella held onto her tightly. "Let me come back to the dorm..."
"You withdrew... Your bed was assigned to someone else..."
"Help me... I have nowhere to go..."
Madison hesitated.
"Maybe... lend me some money? I'll pay you back!"
Madison hesitated, then took out her phone.
"I can transfer you six hundred..."
"Six hundred?" Isabella was stunned. "How is that enough? A single piece of my clothing costs more than that! Ask your parents for money!"
Madison froze.
Her eyes turned cold instantly.
The last trace of sympathy vanished.
"Isabella, you're still not facing reality."
"Sorry, I won't give you a single cent."
"Because you—"
"Deserve it."
You brought this on yourself.
You refuse to see the truth.
Madison turned and walked away.
"Madison! Madison Klein! You're just jealous of me!" Isabella screamed. "Give me the money!"
The night was deep.
Isabella drifted through the streets.
Hungry and cold.
She passed a nightclub.
A side door was open next to the opulent main entrance.
Men and women came and went frequently.
The men were bloated and greasy.
The women wore revealing clothes.
But they carried designer bags.
And wore expensive fashions.
Isabella's eyes burned with envy.
Once, she had been that glamorous too...
"Hey, been staring long enough? Here for the job?"