Chapter 420

To keep Siena calm, Seb was still playing dumb.

Zaire couldn't blow Seb's cover yet, so when Esme started grilling him, he just kept his mouth shut.

Esme pressed on, "Mr. Jose, you should head back. Bella can figure out what's right and wrong on her own. Even if that whole thing was a mix-up, why didn't Seb come see Bella himself? That says a lot about where he stands. Let Seb know Bella's not desperate to get hitched."

In the end, Zaire left.

As soon as they were gone, Quentin's face turned dark. He looked at Esme. "Mom, why are you still here?"

Clearly, before Isabella's surgery, he had already asked Esme to leave.

Esme explained, "I did go back, but halfway there, I felt uneasy and decided to come back. I'm worried about Bella and Lova. I've also thought it through; if only one of them can survive, I would still choose Lova."

Quentin was a bit skeptical of Esme's words. He stared at her for a long time before saying, "It's good that you think that way."

Esme sighed. Quentin didn't push it further and turned to get in the elevator. Esme followed him. They arrived at the hospital room.

The surgery was over, and Isabella lay on the bed, looking pale.

On the bed next to her, Lova's body was completely covered with a white sheet.

Quentin walked over, lifted a corner of the sheet, and seeing Lova's lifeless body, he closed his eyes in pain. The sheet slipped from his hand, covering Lova's face again.

Then Quentin walked to Isabella's bed and reached out to lift her blanket.

Esme quickly said, "Quentin!"

Quentin paused and turned to look at her.

There was clear tension in Esme's eyes. "Bella already has a family. It's not appropriate for you to do this."

Esme's words made Quentin a bit annoyed. He said, "With a new heart, she won't be Isabella anymore; she'll be Lova."

Esme said, "But even if she is Lova, Quentin, it's still not appropriate."

"I'm Lova's brother. I raised her since she was little. What's inappropriate about it?" Quentin finished speaking and glanced at Esme. "You don't need to be so nervous. I just want to check her wound."

Quentin was very suspicious. Because he hadn't seen the entire surgery process, he was still afraid of being deceived. He had to personally confirm the post-surgery wound to be at ease.

Esme knew that if she insisted on stopping him, Quentin would definitely become suspicious. But if she didn't stop him, Quentin would notice something unusual. Esme was visibly on edge.

Esme couldn't imagine, with Quentin's temper, if he found out the truth, would he go mad and make everyone pay?

"Mom, you seem very nervous?" Quentin finally saw through Esme and asked slowly.

"No," Esme quickly denied. Facing Quentin's eyes, her heart skipped a beat. "Quentin, I just think that even with a new heart, Bella is still Bella. She can never become Lova."

Quentin squinted his eyes. "You don't need to worry about that. Just give me a month, and I promise to give you a brand new Lova."

Esme said no more. She had seen Quentin's sinister and terrifying side.

People said the most terrifying person in the Black Family was Bruno, but over the years, maybe due to age, Esme felt that Bruno wasn't as ruthless as before; while Quentin, sometimes, was downright chilling.

When Quentin was ruthless, he didn't seem human; he was like a demon straight out of hell.

Quentin gave Esme a long, hard look, then turned and decisively lifted a corner of the blanket.

Quentin's gaze fell, and he frowned slightly.

At that moment, Esme's heart felt like it was about to leap out of her chest. She bit her lip, her nails digging into her palms, her eyes glued to Quentin's every move.

A few seconds later, Quentin put the blanket down. "I've seen the wound; there's no problem."

Esme lowered her eyes. "Dr. Schneider said she need to be observed for a while longer, fearing rejection and potential complications."

"Yeah." Quentin's brows relaxed. When he looked at Isabella again, his eyes were different. "Don't worry. With me here, Lova won't suffer too much."

Esme glanced at Quentin and said no more.

Zaire reported everything that happened today to Seb.

Zaire said, "From what Esme said, Isabella is angry with you. Maybe you should come over and see her yourself to clear up any misunderstandings."

Seb was silent for a long time before saying, "I'll find a way to come over. Zaire, please keep an eye on things for a few more days."

"No problem." Zaire hadn't finished speaking when he heard something fall on the other end. He immediately asked nervously, "Seb, are you okay?"

"I'm fine." Seb's voice sounded somewhat pained.

The muffled thud just now was the sound of Seb tumbling from the bed to the floor. At this moment, Seb was gripping the phone with one hand while clutching the edge of the bed with the other, straining to support himself, large beads of sweat trickling down his forehead. Seb said, "I'll hang up now. Contact me at any time if anything comes up."

"Okay." Zaire, still worried, called Kelsey after hanging up, asking her to check on Seb when she had time.

Seb took out painkillers from the drawer, swallowed two, and leaned against the bed, gradually feeling better.

The headache subsided bit by bit with the medication, but the longing in his heart didn't diminish. He missed Bella so much that it hurt.

Suddenly, there was a knock on the door.

Then Siena's voice came through the door. "Seb, are you asleep? I made some soup for you. Can I come in? Seb, if you don't answer, I'm coming in."

Siena waited a few seconds, and when Seb still didn't respond, she reached for the doorknob.

But as soon as she tried to turn it, her smile froze. The door didn't budge; it was locked from the inside.

Siena was stunned and continued knocking. "Seb, are you okay? Seb?"

These days, Seb never locked the door against Siena.

For the first time in this house, Siena felt like the lady of the house; she came and went freely, with all of Seb's living spaces open to her. But now, she was locked out!

Siena knocked on the door for a long time; she finally got a response from Seb. "I'm not feeling well; I am lying down. Siena, you should rest."

Siena felt uneasy; Seb's attitude seemed different today.

She wanted to keep knocking but was afraid of upsetting Seb.

In the end, as Siena just looked down at the bowl of soup in her hands, she silently turned and left.

After she left, Kelsey came rushing into hospital.