Chapter 749 Isabella's Suicide
Antonio gave a nod. He knew if he didn't head back, Harold would be ticked off.
Antonio held her hand, gently rubbing her palm. "What about you? You coming back with me or...?"
Sarah thought for a moment. "Cynthia's got surgery in three days. I should stay here for now. After that, I'll head back. Sound good?"
Antonio figured if Sarah came back with him now, he wouldn't have time to look after her. Plus, staying to help Cynthia would keep her busy.
He nodded. "Alright, take care of yourself."
"Let's go, I'll help you pack."
Upstairs, Antonio called Otis in Verdonia and laid out the plan. "Get him on the next flight to Capital City and have him wait for me at the airport."
Sarah packed a few clothes for him.
Antonio pulled her into his arms, full of longing and reluctance. "I just want to take you with me."
Sarah was also reluctant. She lifted her head to kiss him, murmuring, "Soon, we'll see each other soon."
Thinking about the upcoming separation, Antonio's breathing quickened.
Before they knew it, they were already in bed.
After their intimate moments, he carefully cleaned Sarah up before lying down with her.
"Shouldn't you be going?" Having just finished making love, Sarah felt a bit lazy.
Antonio counted her fingers, responded faintly, but didn't move for a long time.
After dawdling for a while, he finally got out of bed. Sarah initially wanted to see Antonio off to the airport, but he didn't want her to make the trip back and forth. The more they lingered, the harder it would be to part, so he refused.
After a reluctant farewell, he took a cab.
The next flight to Capital City had just left, so Antonio waited at the airport for another three hours before catching the next one.
By the time he arrived in Capital City, it was already evening. As soon as he got off the plane, he got a text from Aaron saying he had arrived and would meet him at baggage claim.
Harold had people watching in Verdonia, and he had sent people to pick him up domestically. They had to switch identities during this process to avoid detection.
Antonio adjusted his hat and walked with long strides.
The two quickly changed clothes in the restroom, emerging as completely different people.
He subtly signaled to Aaron and headed towards the exit.
Harold's men were waiting at the door, their scrutinizing eyes scanning every corner.
"Not leaving yet?" Seeing them, Antonio sneered.
The bodyguard immediately withdrew his gaze and nodded. "Yes, Mr. Harrington."
Even though Harold had done everything to sabotage Antonio and monitored him closely, they couldn't openly break ties.
Antonio sneered inwardly, not wanting to bother with it.
He took out his phone and started texting Sarah.
The bodyguard beside him noticed the happy expression on Antonio's face and couldn't help but find it amusing.
'Ms. Moore's committed suicide, and Mr. Harrington's off chatting with his lover abroad!' they thought.
Naturally, this news got to Harold fast, and he sneered, "Benjamin's always getting messed up by women!"
Before long, the bodyguard drove Antonio to the hospital.
"Mr. Benjamin Harrington, Mr. Harold Harrington and Ms. Moore are upstairs. You can head up yourself." He then gave the floor number.
Antonio nodded slightly and took the elevator up.
To his surprise, even in a hospital where noise was a no-go, reporters were lurking everywhere.
Antonio frowned and tried to dodge them.
Despite his efforts, a reporter spotted him and followed.
Inside the ward, Isabella lay on the bed, pale as a ghost, hooked up to a ventilator, with blood being transfused into her body, showing no signs of movement.
Harold tightened his grip on his cane, his gaze heavy. "Did you see the reporters outside?"
"I did, Dad." Antonio stayed respectful and composed. "But this is a hospital; they shouldn't cause any trouble, right?"
Hearing that, Harold snorted, annoyed. "These reporters are like persistent stalkers. Even if you chase one batch away, others sneak in!"
Then he added, "What did you find on your trip abroad?"
His voice carried a hint of sarcasm and probing. "If you hadn't left so recklessly, Isabella might not have ended up like this!"
Antonio was noncommittal. "Why did she commit suicide?"
"How should I know?" Harold's voice involuntarily rose, then he restrained himself. "Luckily, the cleaning staff found her in time; otherwise, she would have died!"
Isabella had been staying in a hotel for a long time. Harold, busy with company matters, only occasionally checked on her.
No one would have thought she would suddenly attempt suicide.
Harold continued to blame. "Now, the reporters have dug up her identity and your broken engagement, stirring up a frenzy! The situation is escalating, and even the company is becoming a laughingstock!"
In fact, it already was! Everyone was talking about it!
The more Harold thought about it, the more annoyed he became. Looking at the composed Benjamin, he asked, "So, how do you plan to resolve this?"
"Resolve what?" Antonio repeated, glancing at Isabella on the bed, his eyes resolute. "Her suicide is her own issue! I didn't make her do it, so how can it be my fault?"
Then he added, "No matter what, the only woman I love is Margaret. Whatever other women do has nothing to do with me. Let the reporters say whatever they want!"
Harold was furious at his attitude, but then he thought of something and deliberately asked, "Nothing to do with you? What about Sarah? Is she unrelated too?"
"Who?" Antonio looked puzzled, as if instinctively asking, "Sarah?"
Then he seemed to realize. "Oh, you mean Sarah from the Valencia Group? Dad, are you kidding? I was just playing around with her. She wasn't fun, so I lost interest."
His expression suggested he found Harold's question unbelievable.
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