Filed to story: Dumped by Scumbag Adored by Billionaire
She picked up her phone intending to call her kid’s teachers – the triplets caused trouble every day – since she hasn’t received any report. However, her phone lit up with a call and she saw that it was no other than Jean, Isabella’s shadow guard.
Reina’s brows furrowed at once, knowing the time Jean called was when something happened. Her heart skipped a beat immediately, what could have happened?
“Hello,” she picked the call, heart pounding.
The instant Jean said a word, Reina jumped up from her seat and began to search her desk for her car key. She had to go to Isabella.
“Oh my God!”
Reina almost collided with her assistant at the door who had the cup of coffee she requested earlier.
“Sorry!” She sidestepped Kristen at the last minute, heading for the door as her assistant shouted after her,
“What about your coffee?!”
No response.
Reina entered the elevator with great speed, bumping into people with a chorus of, “Sorry! Sorry!”
She just received a report that her daughter Isabella was in the hospital and had to go check up on her.
“Ma’m Reina!” To her surprise, her assistant still stubbornly followed after her.
“What?!” She shrieked annoyed.
“Your coffee!”
At once, Reina took the cup from her and tossed the key to her, “Drive!” entering the car before Kristen could even catch the key.
Seeing that her boss was in a hurry, Kristen had no choice but to double her efforts as well. She got into the car and drive off with Reina sending her the GPS coordinates.
The coffee tasted like alum, Reina didn’t even enjoy a taste of it because she was full of worry. She wished at that moment that she had teleportation powers, that way, she would spend the whole time on the way filled with anxiety.
Thankfully, they reached the hospital and she left without Kristen, hurrying into the ward where Isabella was staying. Of course, it was in a private ward and she rushed into the room without even knocking, shouting like a madwoman, “Isabella?! Where are you?!”
“Reina?” a voice called out and she turned to see Isabella coming out from a room that she surmised to be the bathroom, an IV stand in her grip with the drip inserted in the same hand.
“Isabella!” Reina breathed, walking over to her and engulfed her daughter in a tight grip. “Oh my God, thank God!” She rubbed her back soothingly.
Reina pulled away and then cupped her cheeks, “I thought something happened to you, I was so worried,”
Isabella stared at Reina overwhelmed, she was honestly touched by the love shown to her. It was obvious that Reina had run all the way here just to see her because she was still panting.
Perhaps, it was the pregnancy hormone but the next Isabella knew, tears filled her eyes and she began to cry, hugging Reina tighter.
What is going on? Reina was honestly surprised. This was the first time she had ever seen Isabella cry and it was as if a bomb hit her head. She found it hard to believe that this was happening right in front of her.
“Hey, baby, what’s wrong?” Reina’s tone became softer as she ran her hand through her head. She wondered what happened to have made Isabella this weak? Besides, why was she even in the hospital? She looked fine to her.
“I miss you so much,” Isabella said through tears. Yes, she missed Reina but the truth she learned today came weighing down on her once again and it was suffocating her.
She wanted to tell Reina everything but it would seem like a failure on her part. Isabella was sure of her future and what it would look like, but right now, she didn’t know anymore. It pained her.
And shamed her.
Look at Reina, upon the fact that Niles was a casanova, she was able to change him and make him the man he was today. But her? She hasn’t even started her journey!
She and Pedro hadn’t even started their marriage already and he cheated on her. What would everyone think of her? The great Isabella?
The third point of view:
If Reina had run to the hospital, then Niles had zoomed over like the flash. The instant he heard that his daughter, Isabella was rushed to the hospital, his brain stopped functioning and it was as if he went back to twelve years ago when she was just a problematic kid and he was the father who almost developed a heart attack from her troubles.
Yes, Niles loved all of his children equally, but his relationship with Isabella was on a different level. She’s his first fruit and product of his youth, hence he would never joke with her.
Once he got to her private ward, Niles was prepared to kick the door open only to discover it was open halfway already. He took a step forward when he heard familiar voices from inside and halted. It was his wife Reina and his daughter, Isabella.
He recognized Isabella’s voice that sounded broken and that made his brows furrow, Isabella was crying? What the heck? Even as a child the only time he saw Isabella cry was the night Maria died and that was just once.
His child never cried when her biological mother Kay died, swallowing all the grievances in her heart and choosing to mete out her punishment on him. Tears were never an option for Isabella, she only saw it as a sign of weakness and never showed it – at least not to anyone.
What could have made her show this vulnerable side of her then? Something was not right here and where the hell was her fiancé?!
At that same time….
Reina was more than confused. Was Isabella crying because she missed her? It sounded too good to be true. Call it her sixth sense, Reina knew something else happened to have bothered Isabella this much.
“Izzy,” Reina tightened her hold around her just as Isabella buried her face further into her chest as if she didn’t want her to see her cry. Her heart broke at the sight, her poor proud daughter.
“Come on, talk to me,” She pleaded.
After a few minutes, Isabella finally looked up with her tears-filled eyes asking, “How did you do it?”
“Do what?” Reina was confused.
“Keep your marriage together so far? How did you make it so perfect?” she asked desperately.
“Isabella,” Reina breathed, brows furrowing as she still tried to figure out what prompted this unbelievable reaction from the great Isabella.
Isabella, the great, went on, “I feel like everything is coming apart before it even begins. I feel scared. What if everything fails?”