Chapter 75 Wedding Ring

Isabella, cheeks all red, asked, "Did you do a paternity test?"

"Yeah."

With the science backing it up, she found it easier to believe. Isabella nodded, thinking, 'Alright, I'll roll with it for now.'

"Is it 'cause I have a kid on the side that you wanna split?"

George's guess wasn't totally off, and Isabella replied, "That's part of it, but there's more."

"Like what?"

"You don't love me, and we just don't click," Isabella said softly, almost tearing up.

George was floored. "I don't love you? Isabella, that's cold."

Isabella couldn't ignore George's good deeds, like when he fought off those wolves and let her escape first, putting himself in danger.

'But is this sacrifice just for me? He could do the same for any woman he's been with,' she thought.

"Ask yourself, have I ever cared this much for any other woman?" he said.

"How would I know if you treat others the same way?"

George laughed, frustrated. "You think I'm a player?"

"You're not a player, but you're a guy, a rich and good-looking guy, so you are..." she said.

George squinted, almost intimidating, "Lustful?"

Isabella nodded seriously, "Yep."

"Tomorrow, go see a brain doctor. Seriously, get that checked," George said, leaning back and closing his eyes.

Isabella was fuming, thinking, 'What did I say wrong? He's mocking me, implying I'm crazy.'

"George, you..." she said angrily.

"Take a nap. We've got a bit before we hit the hospital." He lay down, resting his head on Isabella's lap.

If it weren't for George's recent heroics, she would've wanted to smack him.

The dark car sped down the highway in the dead of night.

Isabella was getting sleepy, yawned, and leaned against the car window to sleep.

She woke up when the car arrived at the hospital, surprisingly on George's lap.

Wiping away some drool, she felt a bit embarrassed, wondering how they switched places.

"Are we there?" she asked.

George answered, "Yeah, let's get out."

Several specialists were already waiting at the emergency room entrance. As soon as George got out, he was assisted inside.

He was wheeled into the emergency room, and Isabella waited outside.

She glanced at her watch; it was already 2 AM.

This birthday would probably be unforgettable for a lifetime.

An hour later, George walked out of the emergency room. The doc advised him to stay overnight for observation, and he agreed.

Seeing Isabella sleeping on a bench in the waiting area, his heart softened.

He carried her to the VIP ward, where there were two beds, one for the patient and another for the caregiver.

After covering Isabella with a blanket, George started his IV.

When Isabella woke up, she found herself in bed. Rubbing her eyes, she saw George still on the IV.

George glanced at her and said, "Go back to sleep, don't get up."

Isabella felt embarrassed. She sat up and stretched, "Why didn't you wake me?"

"I can handle it," he said.

"I'll keep an eye on you, you get some shut-eye." Isabella walked over to George's bed, pulled up a chair, and sat down.

"No need, go back to sleep."

Isabella rubbed her nose, feeling a cold coming on. George scooted over and patted the bed, "Hop up here."

Isabella shook her head like crazy, "No way."

"Then get back to your bed. Those are your two options."

Reluctantly, Isabella went back to her bed. Even though she had been yawning earlier, she couldn't fall asleep now.

"George, why'd you come to Riverside City?" she asked, turning to face him.

"To chase after you," George replied, eyes still closed.

"Be serious," she said.

"Chasing you isn't serious?" he chuckled.

"After I left, was Patricia mad?" she asked.

Patricia's kindness had made Isabella feel guilty for a long time after leaving.

"She's fine."

"And Lucas, did he hit you up?"

Knowing Lucas, Isabella figured he wouldn't stay out of it.

In times of trouble, turning to the Spencer family was natural for Lucas.

George slowly opened his eyes and looked at Isabella, asking, "So, what do you want? Do you want me to help him or not?"

"If it's just about money, then forget it. If you think investing in the Jones Group is worth it, you can consider it," Isabella said.

"Then I'll follow your lead."

"There's no need. You don't owe Lucas anything." Isabella said, not wanting any more ties with the Jones family.

For a moment, both were silent.

By the time George finished his IV, it was dawn. Isabella had fallen asleep again and woke up to find George already washing up.

"Are you staying in the hospital today?" she asked.

George glanced at her, "Nah, it's nothing serious."

"Oh, thanks for last night." Isabella's thanks were awkward and a bit insincere.

George smiled faintly, "Thanking me for celebrating your birthday?"

"Thanking you for being brave, for not ditching me, and for protecting me. Clear enough?" Isabella huffed.

After wiping his face, he walked up to Isabella, "Give me your hand."

Isabella defensively put her hand behind her back, "Why?"

"Just give it to me, quick."

"What for?" Isabella was puzzled but slowly extended her hand to George.

George took her hand and pulled out a ring from his pocket, "We got hitched without wedding rings. This will be our wedding ring."

Isabella tried to pull her hand back, thinking, 'What wedding ring? Aren't we getting divorced? This is pointless.'

"No, I don't want it," she resisted.

"If you don't want to wear it now, I won't push you. When you change your mind and don't want a divorce, you can wear it. Just keep it for now, okay?" George wasn't angry; his tone was gentle.

Isabella swallowed her refusal. She tugged at her lips sadly, "It's really not necessary."

He placed the ring in her palm and closed her hand around it, "I'm not forcing you. I'll wait for you."

George's firm attitude left Isabella unable to refuse, but she wasn't someone who easily changed her mind. She looked at the ring in her palm, hesitated for a moment, and then put it in her pocket.