Chapter 5
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At that moment, Murad called.
Anse answered quickly, "Mr. Murad."
Murad’s cold voice came through the phone. "Did you bring her back?"
Anse swallowed nervously. "No… Miss Isabella quietly left for Y City."
Murad hung up without another word. He immediately called his other assistant, Felicia.
"Find out where Isabella is staying in Y City. I’m going to get her myself."
On the other end, Felicia seemed momentarily stunned. "Yes, sir!"
Murad Assad stood in the lobby of a high-end hotel in Z City, his eyes filled with a mix of hope and determination. His assistant, Felicia, stood nearby, her expression laced with concern.
"Anse said she’s here," Murad muttered to himself, his fingers absentmindedly tracing the engagement ring in his suit pocket.
Felicia hesitated before speaking. "Mr. Assad, are you sure about this? Miss de Waal—"
Murad spun around sharply, impatience flickering in his eyes. "Don’t mention her. Right now, I just want to find Isabella."
Felicia wisely fell silent and followed Murad as he headed toward the elevator.
Inside the elevator, Murad pulled out his phone and dialed a familiar number.
"Sorry, the number you have dialed is currently switched off..." The cold, automated voice sent a sinking feeling through him.
"Damn it," he cursed under his breath. "She’s changed her number."
The elevator doors opened, and Murad strode out, making his way to Isabella’s room. Just as he was about to knock, the door swung open.
Isabella Moriarty stood in the doorway, her blonde hair cascading loosely over her shoulders, a flicker of surprise flashing in her green eyes before her expression turned neutral. She was dressed simply in a white T-shirt and jeans, looking more at ease and, somehow, even more beautiful than before.
"Murad," she said calmly, her voice devoid of emotion. "What are you doing here?"
Murad’s face was impassive. "Isabella, pack your things. You’re coming back with me."
Isabella sighed, taking a step back. "Murad, we’ve already broken up."
Murad frowned. "Just because I canceled the wedding? Fine, I’ll arrange an even grander engagement party. Look, I’ve come all this way to get you!"
"Enough," Isabella interrupted, her gaze sharpening. "Do you think that makes up for everything? Do you really think an engagement party can erase all the pain you’ve caused me? I don’t need your charity! It’s over between us!"
Murad was stunned. He hadn’t expected her to say it again—to break up with him a second time. His patience was running thin.
"Break up? Are you sure?" he asked, his voice dripping with scorn. The tone stung Isabella deeply. In the past, she had loved him too humbly, allowing him to ignore her, to neglect her. Even those around him looked down on her.
But not anymore. "I’m sure. I can do it. Now please leave!"
This cold and resolute Isabella felt unfamiliar to Murad. In the past, when she was upset, all he had to do was gently stroke her head, and she would forgive him.
Murad suddenly felt a sharp pain in his abdomen. He had flown back overnight and hadn’t slept at all.
"Isabella, stop this. I’m busy, I don’t have time for your tantrums."
"Murad, I don’t need your attention. We’re done! If you won’t leave, then I will!"
At that moment, Murad’s legs gave out, and he collapsed to the floor.
Isabella gasped in shock and quickly knelt beside him to check his condition.
"Murad! Murad!" She lightly patted his face, but Murad was already unconscious.
Immediately, she pulled out her phone and dialed for emergency services, shouting for help as she did so.
Felicia burst into the room moments later, her face pale with fear.
"What happened?" Felicia cried, her eyes wide as she stared at Murad lying on the floor.
"He fainted. I’ve called for an ambulance," Isabella said calmly. "Stay with him. I’ll go wait downstairs for the paramedics."
Felicia, torn between concern for her boss and disbelief at Isabella’s calmness, couldn’t help but shout after her, "How can you be so cold? He came all this way for you—"
Isabella paused in her stride but didn’t turn around. "I’ve done what I needed to do. The rest is up to you."
Without looking back, she walked out of the room, leaving Felicia with the unconscious Murad.
Standing in the hotel lobby, Isabella watched as the ambulance arrived, sirens blaring.
Without a second glance, she turned and walked away.
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