Chapter 2 Disappearance

One day, an uninvited guest came to the villa.

Isabella was standing on the stairs in a creamy white silk nightdress, expressionless. Everything that happened recently wasn't putting her in a good mood. She looked at the girl in the living room downstairs. She was roughly around one or two years younger than Isabella.

And she was Frieda Lambert, Claud's sister.

Even if Isabella was lively and capricious at times, her elegance and nobility still showed since she was born into a rich family.

At this moment, she looked just like a goddess looking down at a mortal, moreover, when she was standing on higher ground compared to Frieda. Thinking of this, Frieda was a little annoyed. "Isabella, you still have the nerve to stay in my brother's place?"

"It's your brother who brought me here," Isabella reminded her kindly and added, "personally."

Personally? Isabella was perhaps the one and only in Okmore who could make Claud do things for her in person. Even Frieda, his biological sister, wasn't favored by him like that.

Frieda had no idea what Claud was thinking. There were so many extraordinary women who were willing to give themselves to him and yet, he chose to be with such a loose woman like Isabella. Frieda became more and more agitated as she pondered on the thought.

She wanted to throw a tantrum. However, when she thought of the purpose of her coming here, she suppressed her anger and said, "Claud asked me to come over and bring you to the hospital for an abortion. He said you can't keep the bastard in your belly."

Isabella turned pale. It felt like there was a sharp blade piercing through her heart the moment she heard her words. The pain stung so much that she could hardly breathe. "He asked you to take me to the hospital?" she asked doubtfully.

"He said he doesn't want to see you at all until you get the abortion."

Isabella didn't believe her. She turned around to walk up the stairs. "Tell him to talk to me himself!"

Besides, whether she'd get an abortion had nothing to do with the siblings. Did they really think she'd allow Frieda to step on her just because she tolerated her in normal times?

"Listen up! Go and take her away!"

This time, Frieda was well prepared. She had come here with her bodyguards because she was afraid Isabella refused to go with her.

Several strong men rushed in from the door right after receiving her order. Seeing this, Isabella was shocked. She looked at Frieda and said, "Frieda, you know your brother's feelings for me. If you dare to hurt me, do you think he will let you go?"

She felt a twinge of guilt. However, when she saw Isabella struggling to free herself from the bodyguards' control, joy sparkled inside her. "I'm not afraid of anything. Do you think I can get in here easily if Claud didn't give his permission?"

Isabella's heart ached as she muttered to herself inwardly, "Claud, so this is your choice, isn't it?"

She was then forced to get into a car and was taken to the hospital without any chance to ask for help along the way.

Isabella was in deep despair when she accidentally saw a person walking into the elevator. A mixture of emotions overwhelmed her at that instant. She knew this was going to be her last chance.

Seeing the doors closing, she slowed down her steps deliberately and noticed the elevator finally stopped on the seventh floor.

The bodyguards held onto Isabella and led her to the operating room. A nurse said coldly, "Go and lie down."

There weren't a lot of people in the room. Only one doctor and two nurses. Isabella glanced at the side door next to the operating room and realized that it was a special passage for medical waste disposal.

When no one was looking, she grabbed a scalpel from the side and put it against the doctor's neck. The nurses panicked at once.

"What are you doing?"

It was the first time for Isabella to do such a crazy thing as well. Speaking of fright, she wasn't experiencing it any lesser either. However, she needed to escape. She needed to know how she got pregnant. "Don't scream. Let me go, or I will kill her!"

The scalpel was extremely sharp. It scraped the doctor's neck by accident, and blood started to ooze.

The nurse nodded in a fit of panic. "Okay, okay!"

Isabella looked at the side door and ordered, "Open that door for me! If you dare to tell others about this, she'll die!"

As per her instructions, the nurse opened the passage door.

Isabella brought the doctor along into the passage and went up the stairs. She couldn't take the elevator. There were people guarding it. Isabella seized the doctor with her arms and climbed to the seventh floor. Opening the door of the staircase, she stepped out and glanced at the offices on both sides of the corridor.

It was night, and the place was exceptionally quiet. She shouted, "Terry! Terry Bentley!"

She saw Terry Bentley just now enter the elevator, but she didn't dare to act rashly because the bodyguards were with her.

Soon, a young man with yellow hair came out from one of the rooms. Terry came to the hospital to look for a friend. He didn't expect to see Isabella here in such a situation.

At the same time, doors of the elevator on the seventh floor opened. Frieda's bodyguards were after her.

Isabella panicked. She looked at the young man and screamed, "Help me!"

In less than two minutes, Terry knocked down the two bodyguards.

After coming out of the hospital, Isabella followed Terry into his car. When he was about to start the engine to leave, somebody knocked on the window of the front passenger seat. It was Frieda.

Terry rolled down the window when he heard the taps. While having the ongoing call in her hand, Frieda whispered in Isabella's ear, "I've told Claud about it. He's going to teach you a serious lesson!"

She then put her phone on speaker and said, "Claud."

Claud's aloof voice pierced through the call. "Isabella, stay there and don't go anywhere. If you dare to leave the hospital, you will be dead meat!"

Claud heard from Frieda that Isabella was with a man, and they seemed very intimate. He wasn't having a good feeling about it. He stepped on his gas pedal and sped towards the hospital at once.

The fine hairs behind her neck stood up when Isabella heard him. She touched her flat belly subconsciously, thinking of what Claud would do to her next.

All of a sudden, she yanked off Frieda's hand at the window and said to Terry immediately, "Go!"

Frieda fell to the ground. Before she could catch a glance of the car plate number, the red sports car had already dashed away at a lightning speed and disappeared into the night.

Five minutes later, a sharp, squeaky brake interrupted the silence of the night. Upon seeing the black car, Frieda quickly hurried over. "Claud, I failed to stop them. They ran away!"

He looked extremely sullen. He stared at the road junction that was within reach. "They won't run far away from me." He shifted his dark gaze to his sister. "Frieda."

Shivering in fright, Frieda stammered, "I was just obeying mom's orders. She asked me to do so. I didn't want to, but mom said it's for your own good."

For his own good?

Claud sneered, "This is the last time I'm tolerating with you. If I find out that you dare to hurt Isabella again, I won't let you go!"

Frieda was at a loss for words.

To Claud's surprise, Isabella had disappeared without leaving behind a trace since that night.

That year, Isabella was 19 years old, and Claud was 20.

Following the news of her disappearance, the rumors of her having an affair and eloping became more intense. While everyone was cursing her, they sympathized with Claud at the same time.

On the night before he went abroad, Claud sat in a messy room. He had destroyed every single thing that was related to Isabella. Looking at the flames in the fireplace, his eyes turned red.

After some while, he murmured to himself in a hoarse voice, "Isabella, do you think our relationship is over just because of this? No, I won't let it happen for the rest of my life. When I find you someday, you will be doomed for sure!"