Chapter 153
You need a woman. What Sophia couldn't do, I can. What she wouldn't do, I will."
She had lowered herself into the dust.
Unfortunately, flowers don't bloom in dust. The only outcome is being trampled.
"Heh..." Ethan laughed. "You, Sophia's substitute? Are you worthy? From head to toe, what about you compares to her? You're not even one percent similar."
"You drugged me, and now you stand here offering to 'help' me? Isabella, where is your shame?"
"Calling you 'despicable' insults the word. A bitch in heat has more dignity than you!"
The man's words grew harsher with each sentence, but Isabella seemed not to hear them. A seductive look mixed with the tears on her face.
Her smooth body pressed against his chest. She rose on her toes, her lips nearing his ear:
"I know you're suffering. It's alright. I'll help you. Just like our first time..."
Her feminine scent was like a sweet spring, momentarily quelling the dryness burning within him.
Making him unconsciously crave more...
Isabella watched the man's gradually dazed eyes and couldn't help but smile.
If she had known it would be this easy, she should have drugged him sooner...
Waiting until today to take this step, she suddenly felt she had been too conservative.
"Ethan, look at me..." Isabella turned his face toward hers.
Their eyes met. His gaze was fully on her.
Isabella leaned in to kiss him...
Just as their breaths mingled, about to intertwine, Ethan shoved her away violently.
The previous haze in his eyes was gone, replaced by utter clarity.
There wasn't the slightest hint of being controlled by any drug.
Isabella Langley was stunned.
"You... you didn't..."
"Surprised?"
The moment Ethan Roscente sensed something was wrong, he rushed into the restroom to induce vomiting.
The body heat was just residual effects of the drug.
"Then why... were you acting like that just now?"
Ethan tugged at the corner of his mouth. "Wanted to see what it looks like when someone goes from hope to despair. Quite entertaining."
A chill ran through Isabella's entire body.
"Bold, but unfortunately stupid."
"Martha—"
"Yes, sir?" Martha entered immediately.
Isabella fumbled frantically with her pajamas, her movements clumsy and panicked.
"Pack her things. Within thirty minutes, throw her out, along with her luggage. Change all the access codes. From now on, nothing related to her is allowed in this house."
"Yes, sir."
Isabella was dragged out forcibly.
Her face was expressionless as she allowed herself to be pulled.
Suddenly, she struggled violently. "Don't touch me!"
Martha paused.
"I'm carrying the Roscente heir! How dare a servant lay hands on me? Could you afford to compensate if the child is harmed?"
"Once I give birth to a son and marry Ethan, you'll be the first one I deal with!"
Martha laughed, her gaze looking at her as if she were a fool.
"Miss Langley, watched too many soap operas? Think getting pregnant makes you the lady of the house? I've been with the Roscentes for decades. Never seen anyone secure their position just with a child."
Victoria Roscente's stance was clear—the child could be born, but it would have nothing to do with you afterward.
Even the servants understood this logic, yet Isabella was still dreaming.
A flicker of pity crossed Martha's eyes.
Such a decent college student. Why humiliate herself like this?
She had heard every word the young master said outside the door.
How thick-skinned did one have to be to have so little shame?
Martha shook her head. "Miss Langley, go pack your luggage. See what you want to take."
This was a reminder to take anything valuable.
Isabella completely missed the point, feeling only insulted.
"Leave? Why should I leave? This is my home!"
"The young master has given the order. You must leave today."
"I'm not leaving. What can you do about it?"
Martha: "..."
Isabella gripped the railing tightly. "Go on, drag me out!"
Ethan emerged from the master bedroom, sneering. "Ten minutes are up. Martha, call security."
"Yes, sir."
Suddenly, Isabella's face turned pale. She clutched her stomach. "It hurts... my stomach hurts so much..."
Ethan's expression remained cold.
Martha didn't dare move.
Isabella slid to the floor, sweat beading on her forehead.
She grabbed the man's pant leg, pleading. "Ethan, save the baby, it really hurts..."
Martha couldn't bear to watch. "Sir, Miss Langley doesn't seem to be faking it..."
Cold sweat soaked her nightgown. Isabella curled up in pain.
Ethan tossed out a "You handle it" and turned to leave.
Martha inwardly lamented.
The life of an employee is truly bitter!
...
At four in the morning, an ambulance took Isabella away.
Coincidentally, it was the same hospital as Victoria.
Victoria had received a call from Martha early in the morning, saying Isabella was making a scene and refusing to leave.
This time, the situation seemed serious.
Victoria hurried to the hospital room.
Just outside the door, she heard wailing.
"Doctor, please! You must save the baby!"
"I can't lose him!"
The doctor tried to soothe her. "Please calm down, expectant mother! Agitation is bad for the fetus..."
Isabella grabbed the doctor's wrist. "Can the baby be saved? Tell me! My husband is rich! We can pay any amount!"
Victoria saw her hysterical state; the doctor couldn't get a word in.
If this continued, she really might lose the child.
Victoria stepped forward and slapped her directly.
"Had enough?"
The slap made Isabella even more frenzied. "You hit me? You old witch! It's all your fault! If you hadn't forced me to learn all those things, would I be in the hospital?"
Victoria sneered. "So what if I hit you? Keep this up and you will really lose the child!"
She had a headache.
How did she end up with such a fool?
She ruins herself and drags her grandson down with her!
Isabella wouldn't listen. "If the baby is lost, it's because of you!"
"If you hadn't pressured me, why would I fight with Ethan? Why would I end up in the hospital? Don't you think I want to have a healthy pregnancy?"