Chapter 461

Isabella shook her head, "I'm fine."

Almost instantly, Seb punched Wade.

The punch landed squarely on Wade's nose. Isabella saw Wade clutch his nose and stagger back two steps, his face contorted in pain. Blood soon began to seep through his fingers.

Seb wasn't satisfied yet. His fists clenched tightly, he seemed ready to throw more punches.

Isabella, being timid, feared that Seb might lose control in his anger and accidentally kill Wade.

Although Wade was a scumbag who deserved to die a thousand times, she didn't want Seb to get his hands dirty.

Isabella stepped forward, gripping Seb's arm tightly with both hands. The tension in his muscles was palpable against her palms, indicating his intense anger.

Perhaps Isabella's touch brought Seb back to his senses. When Seb turned to look at her, the anger in his eyes gradually subsided.

He temporarily let Wade go, bent down, picking up Isabella, heading out.

Isabella clutched Seb's shirt, "My mom."

Seb softly consoled, "Don't worry, I'll have someone take her to the hospital."

"Okay." Isabella finally felt relieved.

Seeing Seb about to leave, Wade shouted, "What are you all standing around for? Didn't you see him hit me? Go beat him up!"

Several bodyguards in suits stood in the room, all looking very capable. Originally the Black Family's bodyguards, they were selected through rigorous tests, proving their high skill level. Stopping one Seb would be a piece of cake for them.

These men, originally loyal to Bruno, were later secretly recruited by Wade.Wade had promised these bodyguards that once he became the head of the Black Family, he would treat them well.

After all, Wade was the Black Family's first son and Bruno's only biological son. Bruno had brought him back this time to gradually hand over the inheritance to him.

For these bodyguards, serving Wade was just a matter of time. Since Wade had shown his sincerity first, they had no reason to refuse. When Wade officially took over, they could secure better prospects and treatment for themselves.

However, at this moment, despite Wade's orders, the bodyguards didn't move immediately. They first glanced at Bruno, who was already dead on the ground, then exchanged a few looks, and finally all turned to look at Richard standing at the door.

Wade sensed a hint of danger and angrily kicked the nearest bodyguard, cursing, "Are you all deaf? Why are you looking at Richard? I'm your boss!"

The bodyguards still didn't move, all looking at Richard.

It seemed that only if Richard gave the order would they act.

Richard saw everything. He first told Seb, "You take Isabella to the hospital. I'll come find you after I'm done here.."

"Okay." Seb nodded, then carried Isabella out.

Isabella looked back, seeing the storage room getting farther away. When Seb turned the corner, it disappeared completely.

In the car, Seb kept holding her. His hands were tightly wrapped around her waist, almost too tight.

Isabella looked up at him, "You're squeezing my ribs too hard."

Seb paused for a second, then loosened his grip, "Sorry."

His hand, through her clothes, gently rubbed her rib area, asking softly, "Does it still hurt?"

"It doesn't hurt anymore." Isabella grabbed his hand, "It tickles a bit."

Seb lowered his eyes, looking at Isabella closely.

Neither of them spoke, and for a moment, the atmosphere in the car was a bit delicate.

Listening to his breathing, even though Isabella had already had a child with him, being held by him like this still made her heart race, and her cheeks uncontrollably flushed.

"What's wrong? Why is your face so red?" Seb gently touched her cheek.

Isabella shook her head, mumbling, "I'm fine."

She grabbed Seb's hand, "I'm not seriously hurt. We don't need to go to the hospital."

"No way. Wade hit you pretty hard just now. We need to get you checked out at the hospital for my peace of mind." To reassure her, Seb added, "Besides, Esme will be at the hospital soon. Aren't you worried about her?"

Hearing this, Isabella didn't say anything more.

She looked at Seb, asking, "What exactly happened tonight? Wasn't it supposed to be Richard and Elodie's wedding? Why was Richard injured? Why did Wade tie up Bruno and Esme? And are we just leaving Richard there alone? Won't he be in danger?"

Seb looked at her anxious expression and listened to her voice, but instead, he laughed.

Isabella saw him laugh, feeling puzzled, "Why are you laughing?"

Seb turned her hand over and held it in his palm, "Bella, do you know? Until this moment, I wasn't sure if all this was real or just a dream."

Isabella looked at him, confused, "Of course, this isn't a dream."

She thought Seb was talking nonsense.

Seb smiled.

She would never know what kind of days Seb had lived through when Isabella was missing.

Every midnight, he would dream of her return.

In the dream, he would hold her tightly.

But dreams end.

When he woke up, he was alone in an empty, silent room, listening helplessly to his own breathing.

That feeling was truly despairing.

Coming to Silvercrest this time, both he and Richard took great risks.

Originally, they didn't expect things to go so smoothly. Unexpectedly, Wade, the idiot, helped them achieve success even faster.

Now that Bruno was dead, as long as Richard took control of the Black Family, everything would be perfect.

Seb's mind was filled with complex thoughts, but he didn't show any of it in front of Isabella.

He spoke with a soft smile, "You asked so many questions at once, where should I start?"

Isabella blinked and asked the most pressing question, "How is Sweetie?"

Perhaps their daughter was a soft spot for both of Isabella adn Seb. Seb's eyes softened, "She's doing well. She's been with the Jose family, and Margaret has taken good care of her. Sweetie can now say 'mommy' and 'daddy.' She's very obedient, and has grown more beautiful. You'll be delighted when you see her."

Isabella's eyes showed a hint of guilt, "I'm not a good mother."

She had been a child deprived of maternal love, and she never expected that due to various reasons, she would let her own child follow the same path.

"It's not your fault." Seb pulled her into his arms, "Besides, Sweetie is still young. What she missed, we'll make up for it twice over in the future."

"Okay." Isabella answered.

Isabella leaned into Seb's embrace, feeling incredibly at ease.

Just then, Seb's phone rang urgently.

He answered the call, and after hearing a few words, he suddenly looked down at Isabella, his expression turning serious.