Chapter 423 Pregnant?
Just like her feelings for Joshua, a love that went deep into her bones, now gone.
Brittany had always been indifferent, and Joshua had made her personality even colder.
She didn't want to make new friends or meddle in other people's business.
Because of this, Isabella became even more important to her.
She hoped Isabella could get rid of that douchebag, but clearly, Isabella hadn't given up.
So she decided to help her with all her might.
"On that day, you will regret it," Brittany added, looking at Sebastian with a hint of sympathy in her eyes. "Isabella won't let the killer go. If you don't help her, she will find a way to save herself, and maybe even seek help from others. By then, it will be too late."
Sebastian remained silent. At her words, his eyes narrowed, and a cold light flashed across his face. "Others?"
"Brittany, are you talking?" At this moment, a hoarse female voice came from Isabella's room, just waking up.
Brittany spoke towards Isabella's door, "It's me. Go back to sleep, it's nothing. I'm just making a call."
Then she turned to Sebastian, "Mr. Lawrence, you should leave. Until the killer is dealt with, your presence and your love for Isabella will only make her break down. She won't understand why, if you love her, you would let the person who almost killed her go.
"Let her go. She can't dare to love you, and she can't bear to hate you. If you keep pushing, you won't get her forgiveness, and you'll only make her collapse."
He thought, "Is that so?
'No matter how good I am to her, if I don't deal with Lynda, we can't go back?'
Sebastian's mind was in turmoil. He desperately tried to clear his thoughts but couldn't make sense of anything.
The room was silent, and outside the window, the last cicadas on the treetops were making their final calls.
Footsteps from Isabella's room approached.
She got out of bed and walked towards the door.
The door handle turned, and the door was about to open.
Sebastian quickened his pace, striding away.
After he left, Isabella came out of the bedroom.
She looked at the closed door, her emotions calm. She turned to Brittany and said apologetically, "Sorry, Brittany. I should have told you in advance that he would come here. I didn't expect you to wake up early today."
Brittany raised an eyebrow in surprise. "You knew he would come?"
"Of course," Isabella sat on the sofa, hugging a pillow weakly, and smiled bitterly, "He always thinks I'm a fool. It's frustrating."
The smile on her lips was too bitter, so Isabella stopped smiling.
She rested her chin on the pillow, closed her eyes, and said softly, "Brittany, I always feel like I'm not that bad. I'm willing to learn and think. I can get better. But you see, Sebastian always thinks I'm stupid."
"It's really depressing. Why am I saying this?" Isabella let out a long sigh, opened her eyes, stretched, and looked at Brittany, asking, "Did you wake up early for something? Did Sebastian disturb you?"
"It's all my fault. I should have woken up earlier. That way, I could have made Sebastian leave in advance."
Brittany sighed heavily and sat across from Isabella. "Isabella, can you tell me what you're thinking now? Do you have a direction?"
"No really," Isabella answered honestly, "I'll take it one step at a time. I want to deal with Lynda first."
"As for feelings, I'll think about them after dealing with Lynda. I can't even go there right now. It's just too much."
Brittany nodded, kinda expected that. "Just make sure you take care of yourself first, okay?"
"I will," Isabella shot her a reassuring look. "Don't sweat it. Go handle your stuff. You got a business trip or something? Go on, get outta here."
A business trip, probably Sebastian's doing. Brittany still felt uneasy. "How about calling Miss Perez to hang with you?"
Isabella felt a warm fuzziness inside. She smiled, stood up, pulled Brittany up, and nudged her towards the door. "Brittany, I'm not a kid. Don't worry about me. If Emily comes, I'll probably get a headache from all the chatter."
"Alright then, take care..." Brittany's words got cut off by a sudden wave of nausea. She clamped a hand over her mouth and bolted to the bathroom.
Isabella's hand hung in the air. Something clicked in her mind, and she glanced towards the bathroom, her mouth slowly dropping open.
After a bit, she followed.
Brittany had stopped puking and was rinsing her mouth out with a cup of water.
"What's up?" She spat out the water and looked at Isabella, who was standing at the door with a serious look on her face.
Isabella's eyes drifted to Brittany's lower abdomen, lingering for a few seconds. She slowly looked back up at Brittany, her mouth opening and closing like she was trying to say something.
They just stared at each other.
"No way," Brittany got what Isabella was hinting at. She gripped the cup tightly and said, "I remember last month..."
Then she froze. The cup slipped from her hand, hitting the floor with a sharp clink.
Her period was late.
Brittany's eyes went wide, her pupils shrinking. Her face turned ghostly pale.
Her hand still held the cup-gripping pose, but her fingers, palm, wrist, and arm were all shaking.
After a moment, Brittany suddenly dropped to her knees, trying to pick up the pieces on the floor.
Isabella struggled to squat down. She bent over, grabbed Brittany's shoulder, and said firmly, "Stop. We need to get you to the hospital."
Brittany shook her head. "Isabella, I have to go on this trip. I'm fine."
She used picking up the glass shards as a way to hide her panic.
But Brittany was too rattled, too shocked. Her fingers trembled uncontrollably, and the glass shards cut her palm, making blood drip out.
Isabella whipped out her phone and called Sebastian. He picked up almost instantly.
"Isabella." Sebastian's voice was still smooth, and he sounded happy.
Isabella glanced at Brittany's bleeding hand and said urgently, "Something's up here. Brittany can't go on the trip. Find someone else."
Without waiting for a reply, Isabella hung up and helped Brittany to her feet.
Looking around, Isabella grabbed a tissue and carefully wiped the blood from Brittany's hand.
"Let's get you to the hospital. It's no big deal. If you're pregnant, you can just terminate it." Isabella tried to comfort her.
Brittany's breathing got heavy. Pregnant? No way.
She and Joshua had only done it once since then.
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