Can't Win Me Back (Isabella and Nathan) novel Chapter 4

Chapter 4
Nathan walked upstairs and knocked softly on the door.

However, there was no cheerful response from Isabella as there used to be. His face darkened as he pushed the door open and approached the bedside, towering over the unmoving figure lying there.

"Isabella, why are you causing such trouble today? Do you know your Sis was feeling guilty because you ran away from home? In the future, try to be more sensible and don’t upset your Sis..."

Isabella lay on the bed, her face as desolate as a desert, devoid of any vitality. Nathan’s monologue felt increasingly pointless.

"Why aren’t you saying anything?"

The Isabella who usually flattered and fawned over him was acting mute today. Even someone as slow to notice emotions as Nathan could sense something was off.

He pulled back the blanket, and the stark red stains on the white bedsheet immediately caught his eye. They contrasted sharply with Isabella’s pale, bloodless skin.

"Isabella, why didn’t you tell us you were sick?"

A huge wave of panic surged within him. At that moment, he wholeheartedly believed the hypnotist’s diagnosis of Isabella’s depression. Holding her tremblingly in his arms, he said, “I’m sorry, I neglected you.”

He sincerely apologized.

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At the hospital, the doctor conducted a full examination of Isabella. Despite Nathan’s powerful status, the doctor couldn’t help but criticize him as the patient’s family.

"Mr. Hill, Mrs. Hill just had a kidney transplant, and now her wound is infected again. No matter how strong her body is, it can’t withstand this kind of strain!"

Nathan’s face remained tense. "I understand."

After receiving an IV drip, Isabella’s fever gradually subsided. Her vacant eyes began to regain focus. However, when she saw Nathan beside her, she reacted as if she had seen a beast. Her body shrank back instinctively.

"Why are you here?"

Her gaze was full of wariness, as though he were a dangerous predator.

Nathan blinked his tired eyes and stared at her repelling expression. His deep, dark eyes turned cold.

"I’m your husband. If I’m not here with you when you’re sick, where do you think I should be?"

Isabella discreetly reached for the syringe on the bedside table, her defensive instincts clear.

Noticing her fidgety hand, Nathan’s handsome face darkened. "You really don’t recognize me?"

Isabella nodded earnestly.

Nathan sighed, pulling her innocent, pure face closer. "Then look at me carefully. Remember your husband’s face because we’ll be living under the same roof every day from now on. I don’t want you to act like you have amnesia every time you see me."

Isabella hesitantly asked, "You’re saying we’re married? Do you have proof?"

Nathan felt speechless. He pulled out his phone and showed her a photo of their marriage certificate. "Take a good look. We’re legally married."