Can't Win Me Back (Isabella and Nathan) novel Chapter 28

Ava looked at him teasingly. "Mr. Hill, you've finally remembered you still have a wife, huh?"

Nathan's bloodshot eyes burned with fury as he roared, "Who's in there with her?"

Ava glanced at Victoria, who was panting heavily beside her, and sneered, "Mr. Hill, you should focus on taking care of Miss Victoria. My Sis doesn't need your concern. She already has someone who cares about her."

"I'm her husband," he shouted angrily. "I'm the only one who has the right to care for her."

Ava shot back heatedly, "You've harmed her body. You don't deserve to be her husband!"

Victoria stepped forward, her voice steady and condescending. "Little girl, the matter between my Sis and my brother-in-law isn't something you can understand in just a few words. My brother-in-law once saved my Sis's life. Their connection runs deep, far beyond what outsiders like us can comprehend. My Sis may claim she doesn't love him, but that's just her acting out because she can't have him."

Ava, still young and naive, hesitated for a moment, confusion flickering in her eyes. Then she turned toward the room and called out, "Sis, your husband is here!"

Before her words fully settled, the door opened, and a tall, slender man emerged.

Wearing a baseball cap, sunglasses, and a scarf knitted by Isabella, his presence exuded an overwhelming, suffocating pressure.

His voice was deep and resonant, wrapped in a murderous authority that sent chills down spines.

"Who are you calling her husband? Call him that again, and I'll toss you into the sea to feed the sharks."

Ava shrank back like a scolded quail and mumbled, "Master, but he *is* her husband, isn't he?"

"A husband only counts as one when he's within a proper distance. And who has he been attending to up close? That vile woman who has harmed your Sis's body. How is he worthy of being called her husband?"

"Ava, your brain needs to match your skills," he added coldly.

Lowering her head in shame, Ava admitted, "I was wrong, Master."

Victoria's face turned pale. She, who had always been admired and adored, used to being praised as beautiful and kind, could hardly believe that one day she would be labeled as a "vile woman."

Her carefully constructed persona had crumbled.

Nathan's hawk-like eyes locked onto the man before him. This man exuded an intangible dominance, the likes of which he had never encountered, even in the imperial capital where Nathan prided himself as unrivaled.

"Who are you?" Nathan asked through gritted teeth, suppressing his fury.

"You're not worthy of knowing," came the icy reply, the voice cold and sinister, as though it came from the depths of the underworld.

Nathan glared at Isabella, his anger bubbling to the surface. "You're a woman. Be cautious about who you make friends with, or you'll end up being sold and counting the money for them."

Isabella chuckled softly. "Isn't that exactly what happened to me? Didn't you sell me off once already?"

Nathan knew she was referring to the time he took her kidney. A trace of guilt flickered in his heart. He had always known his actions in that matter were despicable, far from honorable.

"Bella, what do you want me to do to make you forgive me?" he asked quietly.

Isabella's fists clenched tightly.

Forgive? How could she possibly forgive him?

Once, he had deceived her innocence and naivety with promises of a bright future.

She had foolishly followed him, ecstatic over the narrow guest room and a warm bowl of porridge he provided.

Holding his arm, she had solemnly vowed, "Mr. Hill, thank you for giving me such a warm home. I'll repay you one day. I'm willing to do anything for you."

She had meant every word. During those years at the Gu residence, she had devoted herself to caring for him with unwavering dedication.

Knowing he had a sensitive stomach, she learned to prepare various dishes to soothe it, reheating meals over and over just so they would be perfectly warm when he returned home.

If only Nathan had been honest from the start—told her Victoria was the woman he loved, that he couldn't bear to see her die and needed her kidney—she would have willingly cooperated.

After all, she had been willing to give her life for Nathan.

But reality had been cruel, unbearably cruel.

He had feigned love for her, pretended to marry her.

All to get her kidney.

He had even suppressed his disgust to consummate the marriage, lulling her into a false sense of happiness so she would sign the surgical consent form without hesitation.

But fate had thrown a wrench into his plan—she had gotten pregnant after that night.