The Invisible Wife Turned Savage novel Chapter 237

**TITLE: Arrived 237**
**Chapter 237: A Convenient Baby**

“Mom, I had a drink last night. That won’t hurt the baby, will it?” Isabelle’s voice trembled with anxiety, the weight of her question hanging in the air like a storm cloud.

Mary let out a heavy sigh, her brow furrowing with concern. “The doctor mentioned that they still need to conduct more tests. But listen, Isabelle, you need to put a stop to the drinking. You’re on the verge of becoming a mother now; you can’t afford to act so recklessly. I’ll call Nathaniel. He should be here to look after you.”

With that, Mary stepped out of the room to make the call, leaving Isabelle alone with her racing thoughts, her heart pounding with a mix of fear and anticipation.

An hour later, as if summoned by her anxiety, Nathaniel entered the room, a bouquet of flowers in hand. The vibrant colors of the blossoms contrasted sharply with the sterile environment of the hospital.

Mary had made it abundantly clear during the phone call: if Nathaniel failed to show up, the Monroe family would withdraw every ounce of support from Hartwell Group. Nathaniel was no fool; he understood the stakes. Compared to Isabelle, Mary was shrewd, calculating, and not someone to offend lightly.

So here he was, flowers in hand, ready to play the part.

As soon as Isabelle spotted him, her face lit up like a sunrise. It had been ages since he had brought her flowers, and the sight of them filled her with a warmth she had been craving. She dashed into his embrace, her voice dripping with sweetness, “Nathaniel, I have the most incredible news. I’m pregnant—with your baby. You’re going to be a father.”

At her words, Nathaniel’s body went rigid, a wave of tension coursing through him. He was well aware of her past indiscretions, and now she wanted to pin another man’s child on him? He wasn’t foolish enough to fall for that.

But for now, he needed the Monroe family’s financial backing. So, he forced a smile, one that didn’t quite reach his eyes. “Isabelle, I… I didn’t see this coming.”

“You’re not happy?” she asked, her eyes darting over his face, searching for a hint of joy.

“No,” he replied smoothly, masking his true feelings, “I’m very happy.”

Her smile blossomed like a flower in spring. “I knew you’d be. When the baby arrives, we’ll finally be a real family—the three of us.”

Nathaniel held her close, his lips curling into a tender smile, but inside, his heart was as cold as ice.

As he left the hospital, he couldn’t shake off the feeling of dread. He pulled out his phone and called his insurance broker. “I need to purchase an accident policy… for my fiancée.”

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Back in her room, Isabelle finished the porridge Mary had brought her, the taste bland but comforting. She reached for her cosmetics, eager to enhance her appearance.

“You’re pregnant and still putting on makeup?” Mary scolded, disbelief evident in her tone.

“Mom, don’t be so old-fashioned. Just because I’m pregnant doesn’t mean I can’t look fabulous. I’m going out for a bit,” Isabelle replied, a playful smirk dancing on her lips.

Mary frowned, her concern evident. “If you’re well enough to go shopping, then why are you even here? Just go home.”

Isabelle chuckled softly, a hint of mischief in her eyes. “If I stay in the hospital, Nathaniel has a reason to come check on me. The longer I linger here, the more he’ll pamper me. But if I get bored, I can always sneak out for a while and return.”

Mary shook her head, exasperated but ultimately unwilling to stop her daughter.

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