Chapter 138 I Don't Want to Drag You In!
And Marcus, too, was a handsome young man, a noble son, with a tall and graceful stature, and attractive features. Walking among the crowd, he would surely turn heads.
Such a perfect match of looks and talent.
If she were to marry him, Isabella wouldn't mind.
Being with him, dating him, and committing to him for a lifetime, she only awaited their wedding.
But now...after experiencing various things with Sebastian, Isabella understood many things that she hadn't before.
Setbacks make a person grow.
Between her and Marcus, it wasn't love at all. It could be called marriage, life, but it simply couldn't be called love.
To love someone is to worry for them, to think of them day and night, to think of them wherever one's gaze falls.
"Isabella, I have no feelings for her. I only love you," Marcus said.
"Even if I am forced to marry her now, it will be solely to better protect you in the future."
Isabella shook her head. "No, please don't do that. Treating your fiancée this way is also a kind of harm."
"But I love..."
"We are not fated to be together," Isabella replied. "Take care, and that's my wish for you."
She hoped he would grow strong soon, break free from Mr. Cooper's control, become the head of his own household, and stand on his own.
Then, he would be able to protect the people he wanted to protect.
"How can I just stand there and watch you suffer by Sebastian's side?" Marcus asked.
"I haven't suffered. You're thinking too much," she smiled.
"What he has done for me, I won't say, but you must have heard something."
"That's not a sign of his love for you; it's a transaction between the two of you!"
Marcus suddenly exclaimed. "You've always defended him, saying that you're good together. After thinking it over, the only possibility is that you've reached some kind of secret agreement!"
Even though he hit the mark, Isabella's expression remained calm.
She pushed away Marcus's hand. "I should go."
"You've never given a direct answer to my questions, but I've told you everything."
"Shouldn't you have told me the truth when you didn't step in to help me back then?"
Marcus paused before answering, "I always thought that if you and Sebastian had a happy marriage, there would be no need to tell you about these things."
Isabella gently averted her gaze. "...Thank you for loving me this much."
"Isabella..."
"I'm leaving. It's better if we don't see each other again in the future."
Marcus tried to reach out for her, but Isabella evaded him.
"Sebastian surely had people secretly protecting her, so they would know my every move. If I stay here for a long time, he will find out about our meeting today."
"Let him know!"
"I don't want to drag you into this!"
After saying that, Isabella quickly walked out, not giving Marcus a chance to hold her back.
Isabella began carefully adjusting the hem of her clothes. He couldn't hold on to her.
It was as if he had never truly obtained her. He loved her too much, which made him treasure her even more.
Marcus watched as Isabella hurriedly walked away, and he couldn't help but think of the time when Mr. Cooper pointed at the little girl with her hair braided in pigtails and asked, "Do you want to marry her in the future?"
"I do!"
"Hahaha, she will marry you. When that time comes, you must treat her well."
"I will!"
At that time, they were young and unaware of the depths of their feelings, but Marcus promised to sincerely take care of her.
Back then, the Wallace family was thriving, and no one could have imagined that they would later fall to ruin.
No one would have thought that the little girl in Marcus' heart would become the second Lady of the powerful Lawrence family in New York.
Missing the chance meant missing it entirely.
Marcus withdrew his hand, lowered his head, and looked at his slightly curled fingers.
"Isabella... if you're not happy, I will do everything in my power to help you escape from suffering and find your own happiness."
Isabella hurriedly left.
In the hospital room, old Mrs. Wallace had just returned from her examination and was leaning against the bed, chatting with a nurse.
When she saw Isabella enter after the door was pushed open, her eyes lit up.
"Bella, ah, our girl has come."
The nurse, a woman in her fifties with a kind and pleasant face, dressed simply but neatly, smiled and said, "Second Lady, the old lady keeps mentioning you to me every day. Look, we were just talking about your childhood stories, and here you are."
Old Mrs. Wallace laughed so much that she couldn't catch her breath.
"Come here, Bella, I haven't seen you in days. I know you're busy and I didn't want to disturb you. I can walk to the garden for a stroll now. My health has improved quite a bit, so don't worry."
Isabella sat by the bedside while the nurse tactfully said, "I'll go ask the nurse if you need to have an IV drip at noon. You two can chat."
"Grandma." Isabella lowered her head and held her hand. "If you miss me, you can call me. Although I don't have much time to come and visit, I can still chat with you."
"You're not a little girl anymore. You're a married woman. If you have free time, spend it with your husband. It won't spoil my mood."
"Grandma... what are you saying?"
Old Mrs. Wallace was delighted.
"I've been in New York for so many years, and I know what kind of family the Lawrence family is. He married you properly and treats you well. Even if I pass away a hundred years from now, I can rest assured."
"Don't say that, everything is fine."
Isabella pouted and picked up the warm water by the table.
Feeding the old lady with a small spoon, "Today," old Mrs. Wallace wiped her mouth, "Marcus came to see me."
Isabella's hand, holding a cup of water, stiffened slightly.
"He came?"
"He came early in the morning. He brought a lot of supplements and fruits. I distributed some to the people in the neighboring ward, otherwise there wouldn't be enough space."
"Well," she lowered her eyes and casually asked, "Did he say anything?"
Old Mrs. Wallace snorted, "He is somewhat self-aware. He said he's sorry to you and to me. He can't do anything, so he can only send some things as a token of his appreciation, and he asked me not to refuse."
"Hmm, let him send them then. If you don't accept his things, he'll keep bothering you and keep sending them."
"Yes," the old lady asked, "Bella, tell grandma your true feelings about Marcus... What do you feel now?"
"I don't feel anything, grandma."
"Do you hate him?"
Isabella shook her head, "I don't hate him."
Old Mrs. Wallace let out a sigh of relief, "That's good. I know your character. You don't like to argue or fight. You only fight back when you're pushed to the limit. I don't know whether raising you with this temper was good or not..."
"It's good, grandma," Isabella replied.
"As for me, I don't hold grudges or dwell on things. I can live more freely and happily, carefree and easygoing."
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