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Suddenly, Isabelle clutched her stomach, moaning in pain as she grabbed Andrew’s hand. “Andrew, I… my stomach hurts so much…”
It was only then that I noticed her belly seemed slightly swollen,
As furious as my father was, he knew a life was at stake. He sighed heavily and had someone call the private family doctor.
As I had expected, she was pregnant.
My father was so enraged he slapped Andrew across the face. “You damn fool! Look at the mess you’ve made!”
Andrew clutched his cheek, but his eyes never left Isabelle. Though he had been scolded, a sense of relief washed over him. Isabelle felt it too, but hers was more obvious–a triumphant smirk was already forming on her lips. No matter how ruthless my father was, this was his grandchild. He would have to clean up his son’s mess.
Just then, David rushed in,
Behind him was a plainly dressed, middle–aged woman.
“You! How could you two be together?!” the woman shrieked, looking at Isabelle and Andrew in disbelief.
Ignoring the security guards, she lunged forward. “No! You can’t! This child cannot be born!”
The woman charged at isabelle like a madwoman.
Andrew angrily shoved her away. “Are you crazy?!”
Everyone was stunned by the sudden turn of events,
“You’re brother and sister!” the woman shrieked before collapsing to the floor, her eyes vacant with despair as she fainted.
“What… what did you say?” Andrew stared at her, too shocked to speak w
Isabelle looked as if she’d been struck by lightning. “Impossible,” she muttered. “That’s impossible…”
“You’re lying! You must be lying to us!” Andrew screamed hysterically, his whole body shaking.
My father sank onto the sofa, looking as if he had aged ten years in an instant. The truth was, if he had just thought about it, the timelines never matched up. But he had been too excited at the time to notice the details.
Andrew was now sobbing, utterly broken. “Impossible,” he kept repeating.
Suddenly, his grief twisted into a hysterical rage. His eyes turned bloodshot as he stared at Isabelle. “It’s all your fault. It’s all your fault, you bitch!”
Isabelle was too naive. She didn’t understand that this man didn’t care about love. He was about to lose his status as a Sterling heir. The idea that he would save her was a fool’s dream.
Isabelle, terrified at first, suddenly broke into manic laughter.
Andrew ignored her, falling to his knees before my father, begging for forgiveness. My father had always been soft–hearted; it was possible he would give in.
in that case, I decided to give him a little push.
In our last life, if Andrew hadn’t helped Isabelle and her mother poison him, Dad wouldn’t have died in such agony.
If Dad forgives him now, what if Andrew’s resentment grows and he becomes even more dangerous in the future?
Hearing this, my father immediately ordered the security guards to throw them out.
I looked at David, my heart full of gratitude. He gently stroked my hair and smiled.
Half a month later, David and I had a magnificent wedding.
Setting in the luxury car, I watched Andrew kneeling at the company gates, my heart as still as water. Arthur walked past, and Andrew clung to him be a beggar Theard the board, out of consideration for his former status as a Sterling heir, had only frozen his shares and not pressed charges. He had snuck here today.
Arthur shorted and kicked him to the ground. “Someone get this irrelevant person out of my sight.”
Through the car window, I saw a figure huddled in a corner. It was Isabelle. She had miscarried. All her former glamour was gone She was a pan ah & beggar everyone despised Her clothes were ragged, and she stared at me with pure, venomous hatred.
Arthur saw her too. Several guards rushed over, covered her mouth, and dragged her away along with Andrew.
3 rolled up the window as the wedding car slowly pulled away
At the ceremony, I took my father’s arm and walked towards my groom, towards my future.
(The End)
