Sweet Flash Marriage with the Restrained Tycoon (Isabelle and Damien) novel Chapter 134

Lenora lay on the ground, feigning distress, and pointed a trembling finger at Helena, shrieking, "You barren old hen! You're just jealous of me."

The crowd watched the spectacle, but no one dared to help her up.

Everyone knew who Lenora was—someone who didn't belong in these circles. Her presence here today was an embarrassment.

Isabelle took the opportunity to quickly explain the situation to Damian.

He didn't say anything, just gave a slight nod.

Just then, the crowd parted to make way.

Callum and Ronan appeared.

Everyone fell silent.

Ronan hurried to help Lenora up, asking about her injuries.

Lenora whispered something in his ear, and Ronan shot a frosty glare at Helena.

Helena's legs almost gave way.

Anything she said now would be useless.

"Ronan." Damian's voice cut through the silence.

All eyes turned to him, and whispers started up again.

"Who is he?"

"What right does he have to speak?"

But the sheer authority in his voice subdued the entire scene.

Even Callum, who had been about to erupt, quieted down. No one else dared make a sound.

Ronan looked toward the voice.

Damian said lazily, "Ronan, the doctor is waiting in the side room."

Everyone understood.

Ronan didn't want this to escalate.

Callum also didn't want to become a laughingstock. He gave Ronan a sharp kick on the backside, telling him to get lost.

Ronan hastily picked up Lenora and carried her away.

Lenora was furious. That's it?

She let out a pained moan for effect.

All eyes were on her again.

As they passed Isabelle, Isabelle subtly shook her phone at Lenora, a faint smile curling her lips.

Lenora's face went deathly pale. She clung tighter to Ronan's clothes and shut her mouth.

Her stomach, which hadn't hurt at all, suddenly began to ache.

Damian walked over to Callum, put an arm around his shoulders, and accompanied him toward the side room.

On the way, he didn't forget to tell Maddox, "Maddox, clean this up."

Maddox didn't know why, but he found himself obeying without question.

Isabelle looked at the terrified Helena in her arms and comforted her, "I have a recording. Do whatever you need to do later."

Helena stammered, "Huh?"

"'Let's go!" Isabelle patted her shoulder.

Helena looked at Isabelle's phone, tears of relief springing to her eyes.

"No thoughts. Being alone is just fine."

"He's alone, too."

"If you want me to have a good life, don't mention me to him. Otherwise, don't come see me again either."

Isabelle knew Caroline's temperament. She softly agreed, "Okay."

After a few more meaningless pleasantries, she hung up.

No sooner had she ended the call than a rushing figure collided with her.

She stumbled, her foot slipped, and she fell into the lake.

The water wasn't deep, but it came up to her chest.

Once in the water, Isabelle couldn't find her footing and flailed helplessly for a moment.

She knew how to swim, but her winter clothes—the wool coat soaked through—became unbearably heavy.

There was hardly anyone around. People had scattered or left.

Probably no one was paying attention to this area now.

Isabelle unexpectedly choked on a couple of mouthfuls of icy water.

The cold bit into her, making her whole body stiff. Combined with her period, she shuddered violently.

Just as Isabelle was disoriented, a large hand wrapped around her waist and hauled her out of the water.

Before she could see who it was, she was set down on a rock.

She curled into a ball, her lips pale, teeth chattering.

The person's warm hands pulled off her soaked coat, only to notice the faint pink stain seeping through her white knit dress underneath.