Three Years of Devotion, All for His Lie

Chapter 5

When Isabella woke again, three days had already passed.

Outside, the servants who were cleaning were talking endlessly.

"Early this morning Heir to the Prince returned in a hurry after leaving the monastery. At last the Heir's Consort's hardships have come to an end."

"Yes. All the prayers she offered every day for the past three years were not in vain."

"The decorations were personally arranged by the young master. He said he wanted to give the Heir's Consort a proper wedding night. The young master truly loves the Heir's Consort deeply."

"Our Heir's Consort really has a good fate. With such a husband, what more could a woman ask for?"

Isabella slowly opened her eyes. Her whole body hurt as if it were falling apart. She gently touched the hands and face wrapped tightly in bandages.

Loves her deeply?

More like he harmed her deeply.

Rosie came in from outside carrying a bowl of medicine, her tone full of indignation.

"Young Lady, today when the young master returned, that wretched girl actually claimed she is pregnant. She even asked for several maids to attend her. She is only a bed servant, yet she truly treats herself like a mistress. She is getting more and more presumptuous."

Isabella drank the dark medicine in one gulp. Before she could speak, Dorian's voice sounded from outside the door.

"Isabella, are your injuries better?"

Isabella coughed twice.

"Yes. Go wait for me in the study. I will wash up and come shortly."

Dorian pushed the door open and said helplessly,

"Yesterday Aurora was closer to me, so I saved her first. After all, I once saved you as well. This does not count as favoritism. Do not throw a temper."

Isabella sat up and looked seriously into his eyes.

"I am not throwing a temper. Dorian, let us separate."

Before she finished speaking, a delicate figure suddenly rushed in from outside and fell beside her feet, speaking with a trembling voice.

"Isabella, please do not argue with the young master like this. I am only a servant. There is no need for you to create discord with the young master because of me."

Isabella frowned.

"You think too highly of yourself…"

Before she could finish speaking, Aurora suddenly covered her stomach and cried out in terror.

"My child. Young Master, my stomach hurts. Save my child."

Isabella saw blood slowly flowing beneath Aurora, spreading around her. A heavy smell of blood filled the room.

Aurora's face turned pale and her lips trembled.

"Isabella, I only wanted to persuade you not to be angry with the young master. Why did you kick my stomach?"

Dorian's gaze darkened and anger filled his voice.

"Isabella. Aurora only wanted to persuade you, yet you still cannot tolerate her."

Isabella looked at him in disbelief.

"You believe that as well?"

A sense of helplessness rose in her heart. She laughed at herself.

"Yes. I am just that vicious. You should divorce me."

Isabella did not bother to explain.

She had already been deceived for three years. Because he once saved her life, she had not gone to trouble them. She only wished to part peacefully, yet they continued to come and make things difficult for her.

As long as she could settle everything between them, even bearing the name of being vicious did not matter.

Aurora grabbed Dorian and her voice grew weaker.

"Young Master, our child."

Dorian comforted her.

"Do not be afraid. Call the physician. Quickly call the physician."

He suddenly pushed Isabella, who was sitting on the bed, aside and carried Aurora onto the bed. He held Aurora's hands tightly and kept comforting her, telling her to relax.

He looked at Isabella viciously.

"Three years ago you already threatened Aurora, saying you would grant her a strip of white silk to hang herself. I thought that after these three years you might become more tolerant and generous. I did not expect you to remain the same. With a temperament like yours, how can this heir's residence ever have peace in the future?"