Nathan's expression gradually softened as he assisted Victoria into the doctor’s office. After reviewing Victoria’s medical report, the doctor did not say much at first, but his serious demeanor shifted as he turned to Nathan.
“Where is Mrs. Hill’s medical report?” the doctor inquired solemnly.
Nathan Hill, who had just calmed down, felt his mood darken once again. Victoria quickly answered for him. “Oh, my Sis is abroad.”
The doctor frowned. “Even though Mrs. Hill is the donor, her health cannot be neglected. Furthermore,” he continued, revealing a hidden concern, “the day she was discharged, I found her bed sheets and bedding stained with blood during my rounds. Several days post - surgery, there shouldn’t have been such heavy bleeding. This suggests a complication.”
“Mr. Hill, could it be that Mrs. Hill has other health issues? You should urge her to return for a check - up to rule out potential hidden conditions. Truthfully, she was too weak to be discharged in the first place,” the doctor concluded with a sigh.
Nathan’s face turned pale, and his grip on Victoria’s hand tightened painfully, almost making her cry out. As a werewolf, his heightened emotions were getting the better of him. He hadn’t known that Isabella was in such a poor condition the day she left for abroad. If he had, he would never have allowed her to leave.
Seeing the doctor’s pointed concern, Victoria quickly deflected the blame onto herself. “Doctor, this isn’t Mr. Hill’s fault. My Sis was adamant about going abroad. She admires Western life and insisted on leaving despite everything. Mr. Hill had no choice but to agree.”
The doctor shot her a look filled with disdain, seeing through but not commenting on her excuse.
“Mr. Hill,” the doctor said, turning his attention back to Nathan, “Mrs. Hill’s body will never be the same after donating her kidney. You must ensure she seeks regular medical attention. If she continues acting recklessly, even a robust constitution would fail her. She might end up faring worse than the recipient of her kidney.”
The doctor’s final remark caused Nathan’s face to collapse into a grimace of frustration. “You were her attending physician. How could you not know the cause of her heavy bleeding?” he demanded.
The doctor looked taken aback, his mouth twitching as if holding back a retort. After a pause, he calmly explained, “Mr. Hill, based on Mrs. Hill’s previous medical reports, her health seemed normal. Her surgical recovery was also proceeding well. The sudden bleeding may have been caused by infection at the surgical site or...”
The doctor paused, meeting Nathan’s gaze with measured seriousness. “I suspect she may have had a miscarriage.”
“That’s impossible,” Nathan denied immediately.
The doctor’s confusion was evident. “Her symptoms strongly resemble the heavy bleeding caused by taking mifepristone pills.”
Nathan’s mind reeled. Mifepristone? His voice wavered as he asked, “What are those used for?”
“To terminate a pregnancy,” the doctor replied bluntly.
All color drained from Nathan’s face. That evening, after Isabella agreed to donate her kidney for Victoria, he had been overwhelmed with joy and let his emotions overtake him, crossing a line he’d promised not to. Could it be that she became pregnant after that night? And if so, why hadn’t she told him? Why would she secretly terminate the pregnancy?
His tall frame shook as he murmured, “Why would she do that?”
The doctor’s tone turned incredulous. “Mr. Hill, Mrs. Hill is your wife. Would she terminate a pregnancy without discussing it with you first?”
A wave of anger and regret surged in Nathan’s chest, leaving him feeling suffocated. As a werewolf, his emotions were intense, and the thought of the once - devoted Isabella, who revered him as if he were a deity, taking such a drastic step on her own was incomprehensible. She had used his own hand to end their child’s life.
“She must have had her reasons,” Nathan murmured bitterly. “But why?”
The doctor shook his head. “Given her recent surgery, she wouldn’t have been in any condition to carry a pregnancy to term.”
Outside the hospital, Victoria noticed Nathan’s brooding expression and tried to soothe him. “Don’t overthink it, Nathan. I’m sure Isabella didn’t end the pregnancy because she stopped loving you. At the time, she had just undergone surgery and wasn’t fit to carry a child. Perhaps she didn’t want to worry you, so she kept it to herself.”
Her words provided a small measure of comfort. Yes, Isabella adored him. She wouldn’t have done this without a good reason. She had always hidden her struggles from him, showing him only her joy.
Seeing him relax slightly, Victoria added, “She wouldn’t truly leave you. She’s probably just playing hard to get, trying to win your attention. Women love using tricks like that to feel cherished.”
She leaned her head on his shoulder, painting a picture of domestic tranquility. “Nathan, why not take this time to focus on me while she’s away?”
But Nathan gently pushed her away. Alarm flashed in Victoria’s eyes. “Maybe you should humble yourself just this once and bring her back?” she suggested cautiously.
Nathan smirked coldly. “She crossed the line by ending my child’s life. She’s gotten too used to my indulgence. I won’t bring her back until she realizes her mistake and apologizes.”
Victoria let out a weak sigh, feeling no joy despite her outward success. The more deeply Nathan hated Isabella, the more uneasy she felt. After all, emotions like anger and resentment often stemmed from attachment. Only indifference signaled true disinterest.
Milan
Theodore’s injuries fluctuated between healing and worsening, while Isabella’s funds were nearly depleted. As a werewolf, Isabella was trying to use her enhanced senses and determination to find a way out. She contemplated how to break free from her financial predicament and eventually devised a plan.
“I’ll use my skills in fashion design,” she decided. Her idea was to buy cheap fabric, create garments, and sell them at a reasonable markup to earn a profit.
Without hesitation, she spent her remaining euros on inexpensive fabric and rented a sewing machine, returning home excited. “Theodore, I’ve decided to become a seamstress!” she announced.
Theodore, lying on the sofa, looked at her and calmly declared, “Sis, you should aim higher and become a world - class fashion designer.”
It was as if a divine light had struck Isabella. She suddenly realized, “You’re right—I should be a designer!”
Years of discouragement had conditioned her to think of herself as nothing more than a laborer, but Theodore’s unwavering confidence and encouragement filled her with warmth.
He teased her with a grin, “Sis, I can model your designs if you like.”
Isabella nearly choked on her tea, laughing at his playful suggestion.
In a world where werewolves roamed alongside humans, hidden in the shadows of the ordinary, Isabella found herself at a crossroads. The untamed wolf that had yet to grow into its fangs was now an irresistible, doe - eyed pup in the form of Theodore. His presence was both a comfort and a temptation, but Isabella's thoughts were clouded by the memory of the dark emperor, a peerless figure of earthly beauty who reigned at the pinnacle of the werewolf pyramid, as unattainable as the lofty flower perched on the highest peak.Isabella ultimately backed down. She couldn't afford to take that risk, not in a world where the wrong move could lead to unforeseen consequences. "No need," she said lightly. "For now, I'll stick to what I know best—women's fashion."Theodore's face revealed a trace of hurt. "Fine, but when you start designing menswear, promise you'll use me as your model."Isabella humored him with a half - hearted response. "Sure."Throwing herself into a grueling work routine, Isab
In the intertwined world of humans and werewolves, as Isabella's health gradually mended, the new school semester dawned. Perhaps the tides of fate had shifted, turning sorrow into joy, for her once - beleaguered life seemed to be on an upward trajectory. In this world where werewolf - influenced fashion trends were starting to make waves, her career was finally beginning to bloom.Isabella’s designs quickly gained traction among her classmates, many of whom were attuned to the subtler werewolf - inspired styles emerging in the fashion scene. The allure of her affordable yet stylish clothing, with its undercurrents of the wild and mysterious, spread like wildfire. Word - of - mouth, a powerful force in both human and werewolf communities, worked its magic. Soon, her customer base expanded beyond the low - end market, reaching into the mid - tier. Her wallet grew plump, and with it, her confidence in forging her own path in the cut - throat world of fashion.Theodore, a young werewolf
In the complex tapestry of the werewolf - human world, Nathan couldn't shake an inexplicable sense of unease as he absently scrolled through his chat history with Isabella. The digital conversations, once filled with her daily musings, now seemed like a distant memory.Back in the day, Isabella, a human in a world where werewolves held significant power, would reach out to him almost daily. Her good morning and good night messages were a constant, and she'd eagerly share every little detail of her life—the scenery she witnessed, the food she tasted. To Nathan, a werewolf accustomed to a more reserved form of communication, her openness had felt annoyingly clingy. But ever since he had sent her abroad, it was as if she had vanished into the shadows, much like a human trying to hide from the werewolf gaze. She hadn't sent him a single message since then.How had he not noticed such a drastic change in her behavior until now? The depth of his neglect towards Isabella was becoming glaring
One of Nathan’s friends playfully slapped him on the shoulder and jested, “Nathan, you’d better hustle and bring Isabella back pronto. Imagine if one day she waltzes back, pregnant and demanding a divorce. You’d be left high and dry, bawling your eyes out.” “Plus, if the great Nathan gets ditched by Isabella, it’d be a real hit to your werewolf - enhanced reputation.” Nathan gritted his teeth, muttering, “She wouldn’t dare...” Ultimately, perhaps under the mounting pressure of the impending company gala, a significant event in the werewolf - human business calendar, Nathan decided to yield. “Noah, book me a flight to the U.S. And get some top - notch gifts for my wife,” he commanded, his werewolf pride slightly bruised but his sense of duty to maintain appearances kicking in. His assistant, whose face betrayed no emotion, replied, “Yes, sir.” The next day. Nathan boarded a flight to the U.S., clutching a ragdoll cat as a gift his assistant had procured. The cat, with its
Nathan returned to the capital alone, a shadow of his former self. The werewolf - influenced world he had once dominated now seemed to close in on him, the weight of his failure to retrieve Isabella pressing down on his shoulders.When Nathan's father learned that Nathan had not brought Isabella back, he erupted in a rage, his werewolf aura flaring. In the werewolf - human social hierarchy, maintaining appearances and family honor was of utmost importance, and Nathan's failure was a significant blow.He berated Nathan furiously:"I opposed your marriage to Isabella back then, but you insisted on marrying her to save your 'pure - hearted love.' Since you married her, you should have lived a good life together and worked as a team. In our werewolf - influenced society, such unions are meant to be strong and unbreakable.Though Isabella's family background isn't great, she is obedient and filial. We accepted her. Yet, you still entangled yourself with her Sis... You've broken Isabella's
Theodore stumbled out of his room, looking flustered. "Sis, what’s wrong?" Isabella glared at him, her eyes brimming with tears. Her shoulders heaved as she struggled to contain her anger. "You’re faking being sick just to avoid school... Do you even understand? Of all pursuits, studying is paramount! In our world, whether human or werewolf, knowledge is power. If you don’t want to be bullied anymore in the future, you must study hard!" Theodore instantly caved, his sharp peach blossom eyes drooping. As a young werewolf, he could sense the intensity of Isabella's emotions. "Sis, I was wrong." Isabella’s voice trembled with frustration. "Theodore, I am willing to shield you from storms, but the world is vast, and not all storms can be blocked for you. In the werewolf - human world, you need to be strong enough to face challenges on your own." "Reflect on this properly." She angrily grabbed his school bag and slammed the door on her way out. Theodore pouted. "Why is she so f
Theodore's voice was as cold as the frost on a winter night, carrying a werewolf's inherent authority: "This is my home. I come and go as I please. You have no say in the matter."The eldest master of the Sanchez family, a werewolf with a long - established presence in the pack hierarchy, glared at him, his face contorted in rage. His werewolf features, usually hidden beneath a human facade, briefly twitched with anger. "This is my home. I've lived here since I was a child. And you? This is probably the first time you've set foot here in sixteen years!"Theodore retorted, his werewolf instincts sharpening his tone: "You dare speak of rights when you're the intruder? In the werewolf world, bloodlines and legitimacy matter, and you lack the true mark of a legitimate heir."The eldest master turned red with anger, his werewolf blood boiling beneath his skin. "I'm a full twelve years older than you—my mother knew my father long before yours ever did—"Theodore cut him off, his voice
"Of course." The elders nodded in agreement. Families like the Sanchez, the Browns, the Hills, and the Millers, were not just towering financial empires in the human world but also held significant power within the werewolf community. Their patriarchs, werewolf elders with unparalleled wisdom and centuries of experience, had an uncanny ability to evaluate potential successors. In the werewolf - human society, anyone who caught their discerning eyes was undoubtedly a promising candidate for inheriting a vast dynasty, both in wealth and werewolf influence. While the Hill family previously groomed Nathan, a werewolf with high aspirations, their recent promotion of Caleb hinted at ambiguity in the Hill Group's line of succession. In the werewolf packs, succession battles were common, and the shifting of power dynamics could have far - reaching consequences. Seeing Caleb basking in the spotlight, chatting animatedly with the family heads, Nathan felt the stirrings of crisis. His we
In the werewolf - centered world, where the pack's social order was as complex as a web of territorial boundaries, outside the hospital room, Victoria leaned weakly against the wall, her heart sinking as she overheard Mrs. Hill's demeaning words about her, like a low - ranking wolf being scorned by the alpha female. A bitter sadness washed over her.Was she really inferior to her sister in every way?She strained her ears, hoping to hear Nathan defend her, but for a long while, there was no response from him, as if the beta wolf was too weak to stand up for his mate against the alpha's wrath.Fear crept into Victoria’s heart. She was afraid that Nathan, soft - hearted as he was, might actually believe his mother’s words and start thinking that his ex - wife was the better choice, like a wolf doubting its current packmate in the face of the alpha's influence.Unable to bear the tension any longer, Victoria pushed the door open and entered the room, like a
In the werewolf - centered world, where family hierarchies were as rigid as the alpha's rule in a pack, when Mrs. Hill saw the couple rings on Victoria and Nathan's hands, her suspicions were immediately confirmed, like a wolf detecting a threat to its pack's purity.She went wild with anger and slapped Victoria across the face. “How dare you marry my son behind my back, Victoria? I really underestimated you. In the werewolf - centered over - protective - mother - outburst and territorial - claim, this is her fury.”Thea stepped back, adopting the stance of a bystander, ready to watch the drama unfold, like a wolf observing a power struggle from the sidelines.The slap made Victoria dizzy, her body spinning in place like a willow in the wind before she collapsed into Nathan’s arms, like a weak wolf seeking protection.“Nathan…” Victoria cupped her swollen face, her tears flowing like pearls from a broken string, creating a pitiful scene, much like a wound
In the werewolf - centered world, where the bonds of family and love were as changeable as the phases of the moon, Thea was genuinely surprised. After being cast out by both her birth family and her marriage, like a lone wolf expelled from its pack, she never imagined anyone would still care about her. This intrigued her, and she was curious about the person who reached out to her, much like a wolf sensing an unfamiliar presence in its territory. “Give me the address, I’ll come right over.”Under the fates’ design, as if guided by some unseen force in the werewolf - centered universe.When Thea arrived at the bar, it was already midnight.The bar was nearly empty, with only a few disheveled figures slumped over the tables, like weary wolves resting after a long hunt.After scanning the room, Thea didn’t spot anyone familiar, and she frowned in confusion, her wolfish instincts on high alert.At that moment, a waiter approached and gave her a soft sm
In the werewolf - centered world, where family bonds were as complex as a thicket in a moon - lit forest, Thea finally stood up from the recliner and walked to Madam Moore’s side. The grievances and frustrations she once held, like the howls of a caged wolf longing for freedom, seemed to have dissipated, leaving only a calm, almost indifferent demeanor, much like a wolf that has accepted its fate."Before yesterday, I still had some lingering feelings for you. But after yesterday, our mother - daughter bond has come to an end. You’re a smart woman, so you should understand what I mean. Why continue to force a relationship that’s already been torn apart? In the werewolf - centered family - bond - severance - declaration and rational - question, this is her statement." Madam Moore understood exactly what Thea was implying.Thea had heard that Madam Moore was ill, and had rushed to her side immediately out of filial duty, like a loyal packmate rushing to the
In the werewolf - centered world, where the power dynamics were as fierce as a pack's territorial disputes, Theo’s thin lips curled into a slight smile, the danger in his expression unmistakable, much like a wolf baring its teeth in a show of dominance. "I always thought Thea was an orphan. Turns out her parents are still alive... Well, if that's the case, Mr. Joe, why don’t you help her pay off the huge debt she owes me? In the werewolf - centered strategic - debt - claim and pressure - application, this is his demand." Master Moore stood there, stunned, completely dumbfounded, as if a weaker wolf facing an unexpected challenge from a powerful alpha.Theo continued to press: "The debt of a child is the responsibility of the father, Mr. Joe. You won’t deny that, right? In the werewolf - centered family - debt - responsibility - assertion and challenge, this is his statement." Victoria whispered to Master Moore, "Dad, Isabella owes
In the werewolf - centered world, where family bonds were as tenuous as a lone wolf's hold on its territory, Thea walked upstairs and stood in front of Master Moore. With a solemn expression, she corrected him, "I’ve changed my name. I’m no longer Isabella; my name is Thea. In the werewolf - centered identity - reclamation and break - from - past, this is her statement." Master Moore seemed deeply insulted. Anger contorted his face as he reached out and gripped Thea’s neck, almost mad with fury. "You’ve forgotten what your ancestors’ surname is? Isabella, if I had known you were this rebellious, I should’ve thrown you into the cesspool the moment you were born! In the werewolf - centered anger - and - rejection - of - change, this is his outburst." "You can strangle me now; it’s not too late," Thea gasped, but still retained her proud demeanor, despite the difficulty in breathing, like a wolf refusing to submit. &
In the werewolf - centered world, where the power dynamics and family bonds were as complex as a thick forest at night, Victoria had never seen Nathan so dejected. It was as though the once - proud heir, much like a powerful alpha wolf that had lost its pack, had fallen from the heavens, shattered into pieces like a puppet with no strings, entirely devoid of spirit. "Nathan, what will happen to your company?" Victoria asked with concern, her voice carrying the worry of a wolf cub for its leader. Nathan, who had once been so confident at the business table, was now utterly dispirited. "If Isabella doesn't withdraw from this competition, I will most likely lose. In the werewolf - centered business - defeat - prediction and vulnerability - admission, this is his lament." Victoria’s face turned as pale as a ghost. If Nathan lost, it meant their relationship would fall apart too, just as a pack breaks up when its alpha is defe
In the werewolf - centered world, where emotions ran as wild as a pack on a hunt, Thea suddenly removed her glasses. Her eyes, enhanced by light makeup, sparkled with anger and malice, much like a werewolf showing its fangs. "Try hitting me," she took a step forward, presenting her defiant face directly to Nathan’s fist. Nathan was taken aback by her cold glare and slowly lowered his fist, as if facing a more powerful werewolf in a dominance stand - off. "A pair of foolish old fools," Thea bit out, cursing under her breath. Seeing Nathan take a hit, Victoria quickly intervened. "Bella, we’re family. Families don’t hold grudges. What you’re doing is irrational. After all, the prosperity of Nathan benefits you too. If he falls, you’ll have no one to rely on. In the werewolf - centered family - bond - plea and practical - reasoning, this is her attempt to persuade." She reached for Isabe
In the werewolf - centered world, where the pack's social hierarchy and business rivalries were as complex as a moon - lit forest, Theo couldn't help but chuckle lightly when he saw Victoria. "I thought the designer hired by the heir was some big shot. Turns out it’s your sweetheart, huh? In the werewolf - centered mockery - of - nepotism and exposure - of - favoritism, this is his taunt." His teasing exposed Nathan’s foolishness for favoring relationship over merit, much like a wolf choosing a weak packmate over a stronger one due to personal ties.This, in fact, was the very thing Master Sanchez despised, as a werewolf alpha values strength and ability above all.Victoria eagerly handed her design portfolio to Master Sanchez. "Master Sanchez, please take a look." Master Sanchez placed his teacup slowly on the table and took Victoria's portfolio. He opened to the first page. The entire p