Christopher thought, âAll my hard work has been for nothing. Am I
back at the same starting line as Justin? No, this canât be!â
Christopher wanted Bella, and he was determined to marry her.
Celeste walked gracefully to Wyattâs side, linking her arm with his, and
said, âYes, Mr. Iverson, love canât be forced.â Her tone was gentle, yet
each word was sharp.
She continued, âWe all understand that you truly care for Bella. But
love requires mutual feelings to last. As Bellaâs family, everything we
do is ultimately for her happiness. If she marries someone she
doesnât love, it would be like robbing her chance at finding happiness.â
Asher remained silent, his lips forming a mocking smirk as he looked
disdainfully at Christopher.
Celeste was gentle and smart. She had a profound understanding of Wyattâs character and focused on
the emotional side without
mentioning Justin. This allowed Wyatt to empathize with his daughterâs situation.
Christopherâs expression stiffened, turning pale with an icy and cold
gaze while struggling to maintain composure.
âChristopher, Celeste has a point. A fruit that is forcefully picked isnât
sweet.â
Wyatt let out a deep sigh and said, âDonât lose hope, but donât become
too obsessed either. Let things happen naturally.â
Although Bella was reluctant to go to the hospital, Justin managed to persuade her and accompany her
for treatment.
After tending to her minor injuries and applying medication, they
returned home at night.
âWhy do you always have to be so stubborn and go against me? I told you this minor injury didnât
require a trip to the hospital. Ah! Ouch!â Bella winced in pain as she strained her waist while getting out
of the car, causing her delicate eyebrows to furrow. She took in a sharp
breath.
Justin felt anxious watching this, and his breathing became
increasingly heavy. He quickly reached out and pulled her into his embrace. âBella, donât be stubborn,â
he said softly. âDo you know how loud you were during treatment at the hospital?â
Bella blushed shyly. âN-no, I wasnât!â
âHow can you deny it? I thought I was at the entrance of a delivery room, and you were giving birth to
our child,â Justin murmured with furrowed brows as he planted a heavy kiss on her sweaty cheek.
His breath was labored, and his embrace was a little rough, as if
punishing her.
âChildâ¦â Bella felt a bitter ache in her heart, which made her flinch.
instinctively.
Justin didnât find her reaction strange, assuming it was because of her injuries. Without saying a word,
he lifted her up and walked into
the villa.
The events of the horse racing event during the day were like nuclear explosions, each one shaking the
nation to its core and already
toppling headlines nationwide.
Even Wilma knew about it. She had skipped dinner and sat in the living room, waiting for the young
master and young madam to return.
âYoung Madam! How are your injuries?!â
Wilma expressed concern for Bellaâs injuries, noticing her pale complexion. She felt her heart ache
watching Justin carry her in his arms, unable to walk on the ground.
âIâm fine, Wilma. I can still walk on my own.â Bella said, reassuring
Wilma.
She lightly tapped Justinâs chest, who was carrying her. âItâs all because of him, blowing things out of
proportion. Iâm not made of paper. Why would anyone think that?â
Justin let out a soft chuckle and affectionately said, âAh yes⦠My
Bella, the fierce warrior goddess, youâre the most striking and
remarkable woman Iâve ever encountered.â
He didnât favor characterizing women as âstrongâ. Who would want to
be labeled strong if it wasnât necessary?