Loveless Marriage

Chapter 109 I Don't Need Your Thanks

Looking at Christian whose eyes were filled with panic, Lexie was filled with jealousy. She glanced at

Mallory who was silent, muttering, "Mrs. Miller!"

Why were they just a step early? As long as Isabella was dead, everything was from today.

That woman was so lucky.

Staring at her son for long, then at the doctors and nurses who were busy handling the situation,

Mallory uttered after a while, "Let's go home."

She didn't expect to make her son go back now, but she couldn't embarrass her son in front of so many

people.

Lexie's face darkened slightly. She unwillingly looked at Christian who was carrying Isabella inside,

"Then, what about Christian …"

"I can't lose my face like this. Let him do whatever he wants here. Let's go back first."

Moreover, Diana was here as well. It would be obvious if she kick her when she was down, and

Christian would definitely resent her even more.

With that, Mallory put on her sunglasses again and left.

Lexie frowned. With such a good chance wasted, she felt angry and annoyed. Why this old fool not

followed her plan at all.

However, she had no choice. All she could do was to please Mallory first. Otherwise, it would be

impossible for her to marry Christian.

But Lexie just didn't know all her minds had been seen through by Mallory.

Biting her lips, she then left with Mallory.

It took a long time for the chaotic scene to settle down. The three men were taken away by the police.

Christian ordered Canon to take Diana and Naomi to the police and make a statement. He stayed in

hospital to take care of unconscious Isabella.

When Isabella woke up from her coma, it was already night. She looked frightened as if she just had a

nightmare.

"Woke up?" Christian immediately raised his head, feeling relieved.

Looking at him blankly for more than ten seconds, Isabella finally went back to her senses. She asked

with a frown: "Christian?"

Was she in a dream?

She subconsciously reached out to touch his face. Feeling the warmth, she immediately withdrew her

hand, but was held tightly by him halfway.

"It's me. It's okay now." He wiped away the sweat on her forehead. There was a soft light in his eyes.

Isabella's heart tightened. She suddenly looked around the ward and asked anxiously, "Where's my

mom? And Naomi? How are they now?"

Christian brought her a cup of water with a smile, "Don't worry. They're taking a statement at the station

right now. Here, have some water. "

Isabella relieved, then turned her attention back to him. Her face flushed. She took the cup and had a

small sip, then unnaturally asked: "How did you get here so coincidentally at that time?"

"Not that coincidentally." Christian frowned. "If I'd arrived earlier, I wouldn't have let this happen. I'm

sorry."

It was all his fault. She'd been unwilling to see him in the past few days, so he only asked Canon to

stay here. If he had been one step late...

He didn't dare to imagine of the consequence. He would probably never forget the scene when he

broke through the door. She was almost...

"Christian." Looking at him into his eyes, Isabella said, "Thank you."

There was no denying that he'd saved all her family's lives this time, and she couldn't ignore him

anymore.

Isabella's long hair fell on her shoulder. Her small fair face was pale and her lips were grey, giving off a

morbid sense of weakness. She didn't have much strength to speak.

Looking at her, Christian narrowed his eyes. His gaze was dim while his tone was still calm, "I don want

your thanks."

"I..."

"Alright, I'll go get a doctor." He suddenly stood up and interrupted her. Then he naturally rubbed her

hair and smiled faintly, "I'm not trying to take advantage of you, so you don't have to be stressed. If you

change your mind and say that you want to remarry me now, I might even have to consider it."

"…"

Isabella was startled, then the complex emotions on her face immediately dissipated. She said

playfully: "Nice try! Do you think I would marry you as a way to pay back?"

Smiling, without a word, he walked out.

Now Isabella was the only one left in the room. She lay on the back of the chair and closed her eyes.

She had really brush the death today…

At night, Naomi and Diana went back to the hospital.

Looking at them who were still crying, Isabella was touched and she kept comforted them, "Mom, it's

okay now."

"That b*stard! Why he let us suffer even after he was caught into jail? How do we live our life in future?"

Thinking of Tristan, Diana clenched her teeth and scolded him fiercely.

Isabella panicked, then took out a tissue to wipe her tears, comforting her, "Don't even think about it.

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"Not gonna happen? Who knows how many people he has hurt before! They should come to us sooner

or later." Diana frowned in worry, wiping her tears as she choked with sobs: "Isabella, move away. You

almost scared me to death today. I can't let anything happen to you anymore."

"Mom, what are you talking about? What will you do if I leave? Dad needs me as well!" Isabella patted

her lightly, "Don't think too much. They just coincidentally found us today. If you're afraid, let's rent

another apartment together. No one can find us."

Although she said everything was fine, she was still afraid as well. She knew that Tristan had offended

a lot of people during the past the years, but she hadn't expected that someone would really come to

them for revenge. If they found their home address, then Diana would be in great danger.

Naomi frowned, saying worriedly: "How about, you both temporarily move to my place? It's not big, but

Isabella, you can sleep with me. And Mrs. Jones can live in another room alone. "

"No." Isabella immediately shook her head, "You're still living with your parents. Since its not so big, so

how can I trouble you with my mom? It's not hard to rent an aparment."

With that, she looked at her with guilt. "I almost make you get hurt today, or I really know how to explain

it to your parents."