Chapter 110 Frederick's Dad Is Right Here

Isabella looked at him. "With EX Corporation's financial muscle, what's wrong with being a puppet?"

"Do I look like I need money?" he shot back.

'True, George was born with a silver spoon in his mouth; he's not going to sell out for peanuts. Is money really that impressive?' Isabella thought to herself.

Seeing Isabella stay quiet, George nuzzled her collar. "The misunderstanding's cleared up, so can you forgive me?"

"It's not about forgiveness between us."

"Then what is it? How about I chase you again, properly this time? When you're satisfied, you forgive me, okay?"

George's nuzzling made her giggle. "Can you be serious? It's already dark, and besides, I'm not interested in your pursuit."

"Then whose pursuit are you interested in?" he asked.

"Someone who's got a great body, good looks, a nice personality, makes me happy, loves my child, has money, lets me spend freely, and doesn't interfere with my freedom." She raised an eyebrow at George.

"Isn't that me? Frederick's dad right here." George patted his chest.

Hearing this, Isabella rolled her eyes and stayed silent.

The rain was getting heavier, and the ruins they were in could collapse at any moment. After putting a raincoat on Isabella, George held Frederick and walked into the downpour.

The entire city's rescue efforts had come to a standstill. In this severe natural disaster, humans were weak and helpless.

Corpses and blood filled every street.

There was a convenience store ahead, and George thought they needed to find something to eat to keep their strength up. Otherwise, they might collapse before being rescued.

The convenience store had clearly been looted. But luckily, there were still some scattered biscuits and sausages on the ground.

George picked up some intact packaged bread and sausages and handed them to Isabella. "Eat something first."

"What about you?" she asked.

"You eat first. I'll see if there are any clothes. It's too cold; we can handle it, but Frederick can't."

George supported the broken stairs and went up to the second floor.

Luckily, he found some children's winter clothes and also grabbed a couple of adult winter clothes.

After changing clothes and putting on raincoats, they continued to look for shelter.

With no rescue in sight, they had to save themselves.

As aftershocks continued, collapsed buildings were everywhere on the way out of the city, and even rescue vehicles couldn't get in.

"We need to head out of the city," George said.

"But it's so far, and the rain is so heavy," Isabella said, full of despair.

"Don't be afraid. If we keep walking, we'll get rescued."

In the pouring rain, George held Isabella's hand tightly and hugged Frederick closely. The family of three appeared incredibly strong in this disaster.

On their way out of the city, they saw mostly corpses—whole, incomplete, and shattered. Isabella was very scared, afraid of becoming one of them.

The road was long, and Isabella's strength was completely drained.

George squatted in front of her. "Get on, I'll carry you."

She refused, "No, you're already tired from carrying Frederick."

"I'm fine. If you collapse, what will Frederick and I do? Be good." George insisted, not allowing Isabella to refuse.

After a moment of hesitation, Isabella climbed onto his back.

George's back was broad and gave her a strong sense of security. It was the first time she had been carried by him, and it felt warm.

"George, why did you save me when I fell into the river? Was it just a reflex?" Isabella asked, still hung up on it.

"Maybe, but mainly because you're my wife, a woman I fell madly in love with in just a few months." He said it so casually, even in the rain.

"Really?"

"Why don't you try it? See if you can rush to save someone insignificant in a life-or-death situation," he said.

Isabella bit her lip.

'He has a point. A reflex is also a reflex of love. I've always doubted whether George loves me, or if he loves me as much as I imagine. It's because I lack confidence, thinking I can't possibly be good enough for George. Wait! Why should I lack confidence? I am beautiful. I have even given George a son, securing my position as the hostess of the Spencer family. I should be proud.' The more Isabella thought, the more she wandered, thinking of all sorts of things.

"What are you thinking? Get some sleep," George said.

Isabella snapped back. "Is it still early?"

"Yes, still early."

"George, can I ask you another question?"

"I love you very much. I haven't done anything to betray you. Since we got married, you are the only woman in my life. I never had sex with Susan, never kissed her, not even held her hand." George answered all the questions weighing on Isabella's heart in one breath.

Isabella snorted, "What about in the future?"

"The same."

"The same what?" Isabella asked.

"The same..." George looked ahead, seeing flashing police lights. "Honey, the rescue is here."

Isabella also looked ahead. "Put me down quickly."

The family of three was saved and taken to a hospital, which was crowded with survivors of the earthquake.

Through this disaster, Isabella realized, 'No one will give everything for someone else. In life and death, there's no such thing as a reflex. If someone risks their life to save you, they must be the one who loves you the most, without a doubt.'

In the hospital, Isabella saw Lisa. Everyone was safe, and that was the best thing.

After all this, Isabella agreed to go back to Stellar City with George.

She wanted to take Lisa with her, and George didn't object, but Lisa didn't agree. "I won't go with you. My son is still studying here. If I go far, he won't be at ease. I appreciate your kindness."

Isabella didn't insist, "Lisa, I'm very grateful for your care for me and Frederick these days. I understand, so see you again if we have the chance."

"We will meet again," Lisa said.

The plane landed at Stellar City Airport, and Caleb came to pick them up.

Seeing Caleb with half-pale hair, George gave him a heavy punch on the chest.

Caleb's eyes reddened. If he weren't a man, he would have hugged George and cried.

"Let's go home."

The entire Spencer family had been eagerly awaiting their return. A few days ago, Patricia received news from George and thought she was dreaming. When they first thought George had died, Patricia cried every day until her eyes were swollen shut. Fortunately, George was a lucky person.