Loveless Marriage novel Chapter 104

After getting enough money for the surgery, Isabella was relieved temporarily. As long as the medical parole was approved, her father could have the operation outside the jail.   

However, Tristan's situation didn't get better at all. Although he had woken up, he was unable to utter anything. Isabella and Diana took turns to look after him.

Only when her parents were both fell asleep did Isabella have some time deal with her work.

There were a lot of mails waiting for her to confirm.

As she was browsing in her mailbox, she found a private email from Minh.

After reading through the mail, she didn't know whether to laugh or cry.

Since she was too busy these days, she rarely picked up phone calls. This young man even thought of sending her an email.

In the email, Minh asked when she would go back and how was her mother now. He even planned to visit them in the hospital with colleagues.

Afraid that he would rally come, she got her phone and made him a call.

Minh's lively voice rang excitedly, "Miss Jones, you finally call me! I thought you've abandoned us."

Isabella laughed, "What’s wrong? Already miss me?"

"Yes! I miss you so much that I even can't sleep at night."

"Aren’t you just too idle to grow moldy?"

"No, not at all. Without you, our department still strictly requires ourselves." Minh laughed loudly.

Minh then said seriously: "Are you sure you don't want any help? Is it okay for you to do so much in such a condition? "

"I've just been pregnant for a few months. It should be okay." Isabella said sincerely: "Thanks, Minh. Please tell everyone that it's not a big deal. Don't worry about me and I'll be back very soon."

"Oh, Alright." Minh dejectedly agreed.

"Go back to your work. I won't disturb you anymore." Isabella smiled and hung up.

At that time, Standing by the window, Ming hung up the phone. The expression on his face slowly faded until it turned cold.

A cool breeze blew in from the window. He looked at the headlines news on his phone screen. The smile on his face was no longer innocent, but rather sinister.

[The first Judge of Brighton was now in a coma in prison...]