Chapter 161 A Woman Will Never Forgive a Betraying Man
Dash thought it sounded strange, so he walked in.
"What are you guys talking about?" Dash asked.
"Dash!"
Inside were two doctors, both Dash's colleagues.
Dash nodded in acknowledgment and said, "I just heard you talking about Isabella."
The two exchanged glances and nodded.
"We think it's weird," the tall doctor said. "She came to me before with her diagnosis records to get painkillers. I suggested she do a comprehensive checkup to see if there was any possibility of a cure or extending her life, but she refused."
The tall doctor continued, "I didn't think much of it at the time, but then something similar happened again."
The thin doctor next to him nodded. "Didn't she cut her wrists? But she just left after getting bandaged and stitched up. I told her to get checked out, but she wouldn't."
"I really don't understand," the thin doctor said. "Usually, only patients who can't afford it refuse checkups. That shouldn't be her situation."
The two doctors exchanged glances again and both nodded.
Dash listened, his brow furrowed.
It was indeed strange.
"Are her diagnosis records at Veridian?" Dash asked.
The tall doctor nodded, then left everything behind and switched to talking about what to have for lunch.
Dash kept this on his mind. Before long, he called Amelia and told her about it.
Amelia also found it strange. She remembered asking Jeffrey to contact people at Veridian.
"I'll push Jeffrey on it," Amelia said.
"Okay." Dash thought for a moment, then also reached out to contact an old friend from school.
The Wilson family was a medical family with extensive connections in the medical field.
"I've already contacted people there, but this stuff is confidential. It'll take some more time." After getting Jeffrey's reply, Amelia calmed down.
She felt something was off about all this.
But everything would have to wait until the investigation results came out.
Right now, what needed attention was Briar's surgery and the lawsuit with William.
William—what was he really planning?
Amelia didn't understand.
Just as she was thinking, a call came in.
Amelia looked and saw it was Finn calling.
She frowned slightly. Hadn't they already cleared everything up last night? Why would Finn still be calling her?
Could there be a turn in the Martinez family matter?
With that thought, Amelia answered the phone.
Meanwhile, on the other side.
The Brown Group, CEO's office.
Finn looked at William.
"You still want to register your marriage with Isabella?" Finn was so angry he could faint, though after last night's blow, his tolerance was somewhat better than before.
"I won't allow it!" Finn glared at William. "And your face—what happened to it?"
William hesitated slightly. "Amelia did it."
"Serves you right!" Finn said emphatically. "You deserved that beating!"
William kept his head down, not knowing how to respond. Finn was too angry to speak.
Cleo, standing to the side, looked at the situation with a complex expression. "William, you'd better think this through. Once you actually marry Isabella, there'll be no turning back between you and Amelia."
"I don't care what reasons you have," Cleo said. "But a woman will never forgive a man who betrays her."
William clenched his fists.
"When it's all over," William said, "I'll explain to her."
"Will explaining help?!" Finn was so angry he hit him with his cane again. "I think Isabella has you completely fooled!"
"Don't think I don't know—she calls herself some modern independent woman, a high-end custom floral designer, but it's all thanks to your resources."
"Without you and your friends taking care of her studio's business, could she make any money? I've looked into it—a year ago she could only run a small flower shop!"
William kept his head down, not daring to respond.
Finn was furious and didn't want to look at William.
"I've already called Amelia and asked her to come here," Finn said, taking two documents from the side and handing them to William.
William reached out to take them. It was a betting agreement—complete the specified conditions and fulfill the corresponding contract terms.
He frowned slightly, looking at Finn with confusion.
"We the Brown family won't do something as shameless as holding onto Amelia's things."
Finn said, "She's been by your side for seven years, going through life and death with you. These things should rightfully be hers."
"Grandpa!" William realized his tone was harsh. He suppressed his emotions and said, "I can't give them to her."
"Shameless!" Finn hit William with his cane again.
But William still wouldn't agree.
The many things he'd done had hurt her. Her wounds, her tears—they kept replaying in his mind.
All of it made him toss and turn, made him suffer.
He knew she hated him.
Hated his betrayal, hated how he'd hurt her.
All he could do was hold tight to the Martinez family's assets, keeping her from going too far.
That way, when it was all over, he would explain everything.
He knew she'd always wanted a family—with him, with children.
She still hadn't publicly announced their divorce.
So she would forgive him.
But the condition was that he had to hold onto her, so...
"I can't give them to her," William said with red eyes.
Finn laughed coldly. "I knew you'd say that, so I prepared a betting agreement."
"Grandpa..." William still disagreed.
"Haven't you always said Isabella is dying, so you keep indulging her? Well, what about my life?"
Finn looked at William and said, "The betting agreement gives you a chance. If you won't even agree to this, I'll die right in front of you!"
"Don't forget—when I was dying, you held Amelia's hand and knelt before me together, begging me to agree to your marriage!"
William's eyes reddened as he quickly flipped through the agreement.
Just then, there was a knock on the office door.
Rhys walked over.
"Mr. Brown... Ms. Martinez and Isabella are both here."
Seeing that William wasn't refusing anymore, Finn nodded. "Let them in."
So Amelia and Isabella walked in together.
Amelia nodded in greeting. Isabella was even more enthusiastic.
"Mr. Finn Brown, Mrs. Cleo Brown, good afternoon." Isabella was delighted. Finn and Cleo had finally agreed to see her—did that mean they were going to accept her?
But earlier, William had told her that Finn and Cleo wouldn't agree no matter what.
"Take a look," Finn handed the documents to Rhys, who distributed them to Amelia and Isabella.
Amelia looked at the document in her hands, her eyes narrowing slightly.
"According to the agreement," Finn said, "Amelia, if you win, then in three months, what you want will be transferred directly to your name."