Chapter 686 - Six Hundred And Eighty-Six: The Heart Wants What It Wants (1/2)

The third point of view:

If Reina had run to the hospital, then Niklaus had zoomed over like the flash. The instant he heard that his daughter, Isabella was rushed to the hospital, his brain stopped functioning and it was as if he went back to twelve years ago when she was just a problematic kid and he was the father who almost developed a heart attack from her troubles.

Yes, Niklaus loved all of his children equally, but his relationship with Isabella was on a different level. She's his first fruit and product of his youth, hence he would never joke with her.

Once he got to her private ward, Niklaus was prepared to kick the door open only to discover it was open halfway already. He took a step forward when he heard familiar voices from inside and halted. It was his wife Reina and his daughter, Isabella.

He recognized Isabella's voice that sounded broken and that made his brows furrow, Isabella was crying? What the heck? Even as a child the only time he saw Isabella cry was the night Maya died and that was just once.

His child never cried when her biological mother Kay died, swallowing all the grievances in her heart and choosing to mete out her punishment on him. Tears were never an option for Isabella, she only saw it as a sign of weakness and never showed it - at least not to anyone.

What could have made her show this vulnerable side of her then? Something was not right here and where the hell was her fiancé?!

At that same time….

Reina was more than confused. Was Isabella crying because she missed her? It sounded too good to be true. Call it her sixth sense, Reina knew something else happened to have bothered Isabella this much.

”Izzy,” Reina tightened her hold around her just as Isabella buried her face further into her chest as if she didn't want her to see her cry. Her heart broke at the sight, her poor proud daughter.

”Come on, talk to me,” She pleaded.

After a few minutes, Isabella finally looked up with her tears-filled eyes asking, ”How did you do it?”

”Do what?” Reina was confused.

”Keep your marriage together so far? How did you make it so perfect?” she asked desperately.

”Isabella,” Reina breathed, brows furrowing as she still tried to figure out what prompted this unbelievable reaction from the great Isabella.

Isabella, the great, went on, ”I feel like everything is coming apart before it even begins. I feel scared. What if everything fails?”

Reina narrowed her gaze at her, ”Are you developing cold feet about your wedding?” she asked, finally figuring it out. She thought.

”Maybe?” Isabella intentionally didn't give her a clear answer.

It was better for her parents to think that she was having second doubts about her wedding than to know that her husband-to-be cheated on her - well, not intentionally. But it still hurt that he kept that secret from her. Didn't they both agree to be transparent with one another?