Can't Win Me Back (Isabella and Nathan) novel Chapter 119

Nathan seemed to understand the reason why Isabella hated him.

It had been a long time since Nathan had eaten, and his stomachache started to ache. He leaned against the wall and struggled to get up. He took slow steps to the kitchen, opened the refrigerator, and saw that it was empty. Angrily, he slammed the refrigerator door shut.

"Brother Hill, your stomach is not good, you must have meals on time. There are ingredients in the refrigerator that I have stuffed for you, all of which are carefully selected stomach-nourishing ingredients. You are busy with work and don't have time to buy groceries. If the refrigerator is empty, remember to let me help you replenish it."

In Nathan's mind, Isabella's concerned voice inexplicably filled his thoughts.

He did remember Isabella had been by his side for those few years, caring about him in every detail, and miraculously, his stomach problem had also disappeared.

During the years Isabella was away from Capital, no one cared for him as attentively as before. He and Victoria completely indulged themselves and ate excessively for a period of time, which caused his stomach illness to resurface.

Recently, he has been physically and mentally exhausted, with a poor mood and irregular eating habits, which led to the most severe stomach illness he has ever had.

Soon, Nathan's face turned pale with pain, and he could only crouch on the ground as he grabbed his phone and dialed an ambulance.

He waited desperately for the ambulance on the cold floor, and his usually strong and competitive temperament seemed to compromise a bit. If only he had listened to Isabella's words. Eat well, sleep regularly. Health is the foundation of revolution.

Nathan waited for what felt like an eternity, until the flowers had withered, before the ambulance finally pulled up downstairs. The nurses rushed around, lifting him onto the vehicle.

He heard them discussing his voice. "It's such a pity. The once so bright and shining prince, now confined to such a small house, not even noticed when he falls ill. This person, truly goes from one extreme to another."

"This is his retribution. Who made him a heartless man. You don't know how good his ex-wife was to him. When he was hospitalized for stomach problems, his wife stayed by his side and took care of him. She even developed a strategy to help him recover from his stomach problems, what time to have meals, what time to have snacks; the nutritional content of breakfast, and what nutrients to supplement for lunch and dinner... She even made drinks for him... She did a more comprehensive job than our hospital's professional nutritionist. You guys say that he had such a good wife, but he still cheated on her during the marriage and was so heartless during the divorce, not giving his ex-wife any assets."

A gnashing sound came up. "They say those who mistreat their wives will never prosper, and this kind of person will surely end up with a broken family."

"It serves you right."

Nathan had never felt such humiliation before, as he did now. His fingers curled into a fist, and he forcefully pierced his skin with his fingertips.

Fortunately, the journey was short, and he was quickly transferred to the hospital.

He was arranged in a regular ward, with needles inserted into his hands. The icy liquid entered his body, and his pain gradually disappeared.

"Bed number four, where are your family members?" the doctor approached him and asked as a routine.

"What's the matter? I can handle it myself," Nathan didn't want more people to see him in a mess.

The doctor looked down on him and said, "You were a patient. Could you take the IV bottle and go pay by yourself?"

Nathan said nothing.

He thought for a moment and eventually decided to call Mrs. Hill.

Mrs. Hill learned that her son was sick and hospitalized, and she hurriedly rushed to the hospital. When she saw her son, who had lost weight, Mrs. Hill couldn't help but feel heartbroken.

She sat on the companion chair, tears streaming down her face without saying a word.

"You said, how did you end up like this?"