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As the argument escalated, Weston raised his hand, signaling Lucas to let go of Isabelle, and spoke in a gentle tone.
“Isabelle, you just had surgery–you shouldn’t get so worked up. Go back to your room to rest, and we’ll talk about this when you’re discharged.”
Isabelle refused, snorting coldly at
Damian.
“No, I want to talk now.
“If you want to repay your debt of gratitude, marry me. That way, you can
watch over me for the rest of your life and
make sure I’m safe.”
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Damian said, his eyes gloomy,
“Impossible. I’ll say it again–I don’t like
you.
“Not even a little bit. The only woman I’ve ever loved is my wife, Sophia.”
Weston and Lucas stared in shock at his
unwavering refusal.
Without Sophia there to soften his heart, he’d lost all patience for Isabelle.
“Oh, really?” Isabelle sneered, a bitter smile tugging at her lips.
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Damian paused, raising an eyebrow before speaking slowly.
“Of course not. I only noticed her because she looks a little like Sophia.
“She’s not Sophia–not even close. I just helped her to the hospital after you drove her to a severe alcohol allergy. That’s all.‘
“Even a random bitch matters more to you than I do, Damian. Damian, go to hell! Stop being so fake, stop pretending
to be devoted!”
Isabelle shrieked, her eyes bloodshot with anger and despair.
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with all her strength.
“Damian…” Lucas‘ eyes widened in
horror, frozen in place, unable to stop her.
Damian was also stunned, too slow to
react.
Weston was the first to move, kicking the IV stand away with a loud crash–the metal frame hit the floor with a clang.
Isabelle had truly lost her mind.
Damian had saved her, and she was repaying him by throwing an IV stand at his wound.
Lucas, still shaken, finally snapped. He raised his hand and slapped Isabelle hard
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“Isabelle, that’s going too far! How could you do this to Damian? Can’t you see he’s
hurt?”
Isabelle’s head whipped to the side, a bright red handprint forming on her pale
cheek.
She glared at Lucas, grinding her teeth.
“Lucas, not even my parents have ever hit me–how dare you?”
“I…” Lucas stared at his red hand, lost for
words.
“Lucas, calm down,” Weston said, pulling him back before turning to Isabelle, his
voice flat.
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“Isabelle, stop being stubborn. None of us can control who Damian likes or doesn’t
like. Stop clinging to something that’s not yours. Go back to your room—I’ll have your parents come see you tomorrow.”
Damian said, his face ashen as he leaned down to whisper in Isabelle’s ear, “Keep acting crazy if you want.
“Tomorrow, I’ll call your father, ask him to cut off your credit cards for three months, and ground you for six. How does that sound?”
Isabelle paled, finally feeling fear creep in.
“Lucas, arrange a nurse for her. Call the Anderson family tomorrow and have
someone come take care of her,” Damian39
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walking away without looking back.
Weston patted Lucas on the shoulder and followed.
In the days that followed, Damian moved into his office at the company.
Eleanor, Daniel, and Catherine called him repeatedly, urging him to come home and see Julian and his fiancée, but he had no
interest.
He politely declined, ignoring their anger, and buried himself in work, working day and night like a machine.
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Once everything was arranged, a deep sense of emptiness washed over him.
At night, he stared at the photo of Sophia on his phone—the one that had once been dragged onto trending lists and torn apart
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