Chapter 94
Isabella Langley was led away under everyone's gaze.
Her face was pale.
Her first thought was that her actions abroad had been exposed.
The surrounding looks were full of shock and suspicion.
She forced a calm smile.
"It must be a misunderstanding."
"I'll be right back."
Her three roommates exchanged uneasy glances.
They could only watch as she was taken away.
"What's going on?"
"Is she really in trouble?"
"Should we notify her family?"
"Do you have their contact info?"
A roommate suddenly remembered Ethan Roscente.
He had brought Isabella back to the dorm that one time.
He left a business card.
She rushed back to the dorm to search for it.
She dialed the number.
Ethan had just finished a meeting.
His private phone rang.
Only a handful of people knew this number.
He answered the call.
"Mr. Roscente? I'm Isabella's roommate."
"She was taken by the police!"
"Can you go to the station to check on her?"
Ethan frowned.
His voice was cold.
"Understood."
He grabbed his jacket and went downstairs.
He got into his car.
"To the police station."
The police don't arrest people without reason.
There had to be a cause.
He toyed with his phone.
His gaze grew colder.
He dialed his assistant.
"Find out why Isabella Langley was taken in."
...
At the police station.
Just as the senior officer predicted.
The incidents abroad couldn't be prosecuted.
Only a verbal warning was issued.
Isabella breathed a sigh of relief.
She walked out of the station.
She saw the Cayenne parked at the entrance.
Ethan was leaning against the hood.
Playing with his phone.
She rushed over happily.
"Baby, you came to pick me—"
The coldness in his eyes made her freeze.
Her smile stiffened on her face.
Ethan straightened up.
He stepped closer.
"Was it you who caused the incident in the Maldives?"
Terrified, she reached for his hand.
"Baby, let me explain—"
Ethan shook her off.
His eyes were full of mockery.
"The facts are right here. What else is there to explain?"
His assistant had called just as he arrived at the station.
He heard the whole story while sitting in his car.
The Maldives was no accident!
Isabella was the mastermind behind it all.
He had been completely fooled.
Sebastian Evans had warned him.
But he believed in her goodness.
And the result?
His face stung from the slap of reality.
Isabella met his icy stare.
Her heart sank.
She still refused to admit it.
"I did it all because I love you."
"I just wanted to be with you."
"Can you forgive me this time?"
"I promise there won't be a next time!"
Ethan's face was expressionless.
Frost gathered in his eyes.
"This is a crime!"
"Don't use love as an excuse."
"You hurt the person most important to me."
"Is this how you love me?"
"You're only thinking of yourself!"
"Let's break up."
"Don't appear in front of me again."
"I want nothing more to do with you."
Isabella tried to grab his sleeve.
Ethan issued a cold warning.
"Considering you saved me once."
"I'll let it slide this time."
"Don't think you'll be this lucky every time."
He turned and got into the car.
It sped away.
Isabella wanted to chase after him.
A sudden pain shot through her lower abdomen.
She rarely had period cramps.
Her period was over two weeks late.
She felt a dampness between her legs.
She had to go to the hospital first.
She went to the emergency room.
The doctor asked some questions and ordered tests.
Half an hour later.
She stared at the report in shock.
"I'm pregnant?"
The doctor nodded.
"HCG positive. Confirmed pregnancy."
"There's bleeding in the early stage. Get plenty of rest."
Isabella only heard the word "pregnant."
Based on the timing, it must have happened during the New Year.
She clutched the test report tightly.
Her eyes suddenly turned determined.
As if she had found hope.
She was pregnant!
Would Ethan still want to break up?
She took a taxi straight to the Beverly Hills mansion.
The passcode lock hadn't been changed.
Her fingerprint unlocked it successfully.
The door opened.
Ethan was still fuming.
He had been played by a woman.
The information was likely Sebastian's doing.
The thought of the other man possibly laughing at him.
Made his anger burn hotter.
Hearing the door open.
He said impatiently.
"Martha, I'm not hungry—"
His voice cut off abruptly.
He saw Isabella.
A storm gathered in his eyes.
"You dare to come here?"
"Do you really think I won't lay a hand on you?"
He stood on the staircase.
Looking down at her from above.
The scorn and rejection in his gaze made her want to retreat.
But feeling the test report in her bag.
She found her courage again.
"Baby, I'm pregnant."
"I just got tested. Almost two months."
"You're going to be a dad—"
"Get rid of it."
Isabella froze.
"What did you say?"
Ethan put a hand in his pocket.
He repeated impatiently.
"Get an abortion. Didn't you hear me?"
He threw a card at her.
"Three million. Take it."
"We're over."
"Stay out of my life."