REBIRTH: Wife Is Here To Claim It All

Their Awkward Conversion

~Isabella pov~

I gulped immediately when I heard his voice. His voice was cold as always, but somehow it made me feel safe. I pinched my palm as if I felt like a hypocrite right now. This was the man I had stood up and looked down on. I had trampled his love but now that he had moved on, and I was in trouble, he was the only option I had.

“Hmm?” His voice sounded again but this time with a sigh and I knew he was getting impatient.

“Daniel… It's Issabella.” I muttered, but I knew he could hear me.

The other line was silent for some time and I had to check to see if he hadn't hung up the call, then I heard his hoarse voice, “I know.”

Now I was speechless. I didn't know what else to say. My eyes rolled, and I felt angry at that moment.

I heard him clear his throat, “Any problem?” He asked calmly, making me speechless again.

Yes, any problem? He was right, I had never called him before and now calling him, any normal person will feel weird. But I know I have to do it.

“Hmm, can we meet? I need to see you.” I bit my lips nervously and my sweaty hands held the phone tightly.

I waited for some time before I heard a quiet chuckle, “Why? Do you have anything to do with me?” His tone had amusement that made me embarrassed. I wanted to hang up the call, but I had to stop myself from doing that.

“Can we meet? I just need to see you! If you are too busy then it's fine!” I said irritatedly, but it came out choked.

“Tomorrow at 2pm. You can meet me in Denmark!” His voice sounded cold as he

Ordered, then before I could respond, he hung up.

I stared at the phone in disbelief, then I felt relief. As long as he agrees to meet me, then I am okay.

I took a deep breath, then I dragged my weak body to the bathroom. I looked at my pale face and became more troubled with my body. According to Alex, he had been feeding my slow poison for some time now. Thinking about it just makes me want to kill that man, but what I need to do at this moment is secretly going for treatment!

I had been going for treatment before, but it was the doctors and hospitals recommended by Alex. I had trusted him so much and put my life in his hands.

“Bastard!” I scolded, then regulated my breath.

***********

The hospital smelled of antiseptic and newly cleaned floors, the smell sharp and clean. I walked straight over to the front desk, my fingers tightening around the little black card in my hand.

"Miss, you'll have to wait," the nurse said, barely looking up from the file she was thumbing through.

I frowned at her attitude, I didn't have time for this, and then I slapped the card down on the counter without a word.

The instant the nurse's gaze landed on it, every inch of her altered. She stiffened, her shoulders squaring, face paling, as she turned back to look at me—properly this time.

She flinched, then stood up immediately, "I-please, this way."

When we came to a door with a polished brass nameplate, she turned to look at me, her face anxious. "Dr. Sermon is inside, but you'll have to wait a moment."

I frowned and didn't pay any attention to her and knocked.

I waited calmly then heard a muffled voice from inside. "Wait outside—"

Wait? I couldn't afford to wait, so I pushed open the door and stepped inside.

The man sitting behind the desk paused in mid-action—Dr. Sermon.

His silver-rimmed glasses perched low on his nose, hands lying on top of an open patient file in his lap. But the second his gaze met mine, they flew wide in shock.

"Isabella?" His voice wobbled, barely audible.

I swallowed hard. He recognized me.

He did not see a socialite. He did not see a tycoon, he saw the girl he had all but grown up beside. The girl who was the daughter of his closest friends.

I gulped “Uncle Sermon," I whispered.

The old man widened his eyes then lurched forward, catching me in a bear hug. I tensed at first, then slowly relaxed into the warmth.

His arms were sturdy, reassuring. Safe-feeling.

Just in that one little moment, I was just a kid all over again, as if I really did have parents, as if I wasn't ever alone anymore.

His voice was husky with emotion. "It's been years. I—your adoptive parents… I never got to—"

I clenched his coat, my fingers fisting in the fabric. "I know.

His body shook. "I miss them, Isabella." I knew how he felt.

Tears pricked at the backs of my eyes. "I do too."

For a long moment, neither of us said a word, then I stepped back. There was no time for sentiment.

I steeled my face, my hands bunching into fists at my sides. "Doctor, I need your help."

He stared at me, taken aback by the change in my tone. "What is it?"

I took a deep breath. "I think I'm being poisoned." I dropped my words in a cold time.

All the warmth in his face was extinguished at that moment. He looked at me with horror, Then. as if he couldn't make sense of what he heard, he gulped and then whispered, "What?"

I clenched my fists tighter. "I—I don't know when it started. But I'm getting weaker and weaker every day. My extremities feel weighted, my head spins at any given time now, and—recently." My voice cracked before the words strained against my throat and broke.

He pounded his fist against the table.

I flinched.

I looked at him and saw his face was reddening with fury, his hands trembling. "Why didn't you come to me sooner?!"

I flinched, my throat aflame. "I didn't know… I thought-I thought it was just stress. I didn't-" I couldn't look at him as I know my eyes would show guilt since I was lying to him.

His face darkened, his breathing coming in short, angry pants.

Then, when he saw the tears welling up in my eyes, his face softened, and with a deep breath, he took my hand. "It's okay," he murmured. "We'll heal you.”

Then, with urgency, he pulled me out of his office.

I had to hustle to keep up as he strode down the hall like a man on a mission. The nurses could barely get out of the way before he was snapping orders.

"Get a full toxicology panel. Blood, saliva, urine—the works."

A chair scraped against the floor as they bustled to obey his instructions.

In what felt like less than a blink of an eye, they had rolled up my sleeve, swabbed my mouth, and taken vial after vial of my blood.

The world blurred around me as the voices blended into a low hum. This was real. My eyes blinked, and then I let out a silly smile—I was fighting back.

I wasn't going to let Alex get the best of me this time.

When the final of the tests were taken, the nurse angled her head to the side. "Some of the results will take a couple of days, but some should be ready in two hours."

Dr. Sermon exhaled a jagged breath and nodded. "Alright." He replied that I had no opinion on this.

The nurses left, and it was down to the two of us again.

He rubbed a hand over his face, then turned to me, his eyes narrowing with frustration and worry.

"You're reckless, Isabella," he growled. "Reckless beyond belief."

I pressed my lips together, swallowing the hard ball in my throat. "I know."

He exhaled slowly. "You're just lucky you came now. If you actually were being poisoned…" His voice trailed off and, for a moment, his hands shook.

I knew what he wasn't saying.

And truly, if I hadn't got there, I would have been dead.

But I had died once, and I wasn't going to do that again.

*Two Hours Later*

I couldn't stay calm anymore, the nervousness was driving me crazy! I hope for the best.

I looked at Uncle Sermon, who looked at the ground, and I knew he was not okay.

Then I heard the door creaking open.

A nurse slipped in holding a folder.

I watched as she frowned, then she leaned forward to whisper something to Dr. Sermon's ear before setting the file on the table.

Slowly, he reached for it, his hands noticeably shaking.

My stomach knotted as he opened it.

Seconds ticked by.

Then—

He slumped forward, his whole body folding forward.

His breathing hitched. I was shocked and wanted to rush to him, but I stopped seeing the old man drop to his knees, his hands grasping at the paper as though it had bruised him bodily.

A low, shattered sound tore from his throat.

I swallowed hard, my heart beating so fast. Fear gripped me

And squeezed the breath out of me.

I took a step closer, but my legs suddenly felt shaky beneath me.

"Uncle Sermon?" My voice barely registered.

He didn't look at me. He shook his head instead. His cheeks were stained with tears he could not stem.

Something was terribly wrong.

My heart hammered in my eardrums as I stared at the crumpled paper in his trembling hands.

"What is it?"