世界上最不安全的人

Chapter 475 - Four Hundred And Seventy-five: Romeo And Juliet

The third point of view:

"You did this to my daughter!" Eden yelled at George, his eyes wide and furious. He was pissed off as hell.

"Your daughter did that to herself! If she hadn\'t gone seducing my grandson, she wouldn\'t have landed herself in this situation!" George lashed out.

"What? Did you just insinuate that my daughter Anabelle is a slut?" Eden couldn\'t believe what he just heard. How dare that old man treat his precious daughter like that.

Anabelle was treated like royalty in her father\'s house and yet the man had the nerve to treat her like shit. He wouldn\'t take this insult lying down - it was a huge embarrassment to the Spencer Clan.

"Maybe we should all calm down and treat this matter diplomatically like the adults we are," Camille tried to talk some sense into them but these headstrong men wouldn\'t listen.

"No, there is no talking this one out!"

Meanwhile, Isabella sighed at the argument. She was in the corridor and didn\'t even need to eavesdrop on their conversation since they were so loud. It was eight hours after the incident and she stayed back to ensure Anabelle was okay.

She had been scared out of her mind when Anabelle lost consciousness and fell. It reminded her of that day when her mother, Kay, had plunged down from the roof of her residence.

Isabella shut her eyes, wincing from the memory. Her hand trembled and she had to hold it steady with her other hand. In this life, she wasn\'t afraid of anything but death. The fear of death seared right into her soul, clawing its way around her heart and gripped her tight. Isabella took long deep breaths to calm her pounding heart.

"It was alright. Anabelle would be fine," she muttered to herself.

"Isabella!"

"Oh, thank God," The girl was highly relieved when Pedro made his way over to her.

"Are you okay?" He asked, pulling her into his embrace.

"Yeah, I\'m fine," Isabella sighed, yielding to the warm, bone-crushing hug, her frame molding against his. Pedro was the warm, fuzzy type - which she liked - and she nestled her face in his neck, he smelled of home and comfort. Isabella felt safe.

Opposites indeed attract, Isabella acquiesced to that word. She finally understood why she had fallen for Pedro. The boy was the opposite of what she could ever become; he was kind, good, bright like the sunshine, and most of all, affectionate - he would do everything for the people he loved.

But her? She was unkind, manipulative, apathetic, and most of all, with questionable morals. Isabella wasn\'t a saint, but she wasn\'t the devil either. She was just hanging on an imbalance and just a tip, she\'d either fall on the good or the bad side.

"Yeah, it\'s okay now. I\'m here for you," Pedro muttered into her hair, rubbing it. He was the only one who knew how much Isabella suffered inside even though she looked fine on the surface.

At first, he had been frightened by her eccentricity - she was different from the others - but he learned to embrace it. Embrace her - all of her. Odd people were the unique ones and even when she goes out of line, he\'d be there to show her the way out of the darkness.

"Feel good now?" he asked when she lifted her head.

"Yeah," Isabella answered, tucking her hair out of her face and made the mistake of glancing up at him, her gaze resting on his luscious lips.

Oh boy.

The air between them became charged, as if someone created a spark. The sexual tension was thick as Pedro\'s eyes connected and they didn\'t hold back as their lips fused instantly.

Isabella melted in his arms, she had kissed other men in the past but none of them set her body on fire as Pedro did. His hand went to cup her ass, molding her to him and that was all it took to remind her that they were making out in the hospital\'s corridor.

"We should stop," Isabella pushed slowly away from him. She was highly tempted to take him to the restroom and pick up things from where they left, but she was here for Anabelle. She had to get her head back in the game.

"Yeah, probably," Pedro agreed. His loin was on fire and if he didn\'t douse now before it escalated, there would be no stopping.

The both of them sat down on the bench, making sure there was enough space between them. They couldn\'t trust their body not to start up another "chemical reaction".

"So," Pedro started up a conversation to clear the awkwardness between them, "How are they?"

"They survived and the poison has been cleared out of their system. They just need some rest. Apparently, the poison was lethal enough for one poison alone but because they shared the food, there hasn\'t been much of it to work effectively,"

"Thank God," Pedro was relieved. Although he was more concerned about Anabelle, he was glad Julie didn\'t die. He didn\'t like Julie?- because he is Isabella\'s engaged fiancé - yet he doesn\'t wish for his death. If anything, he wished Julie and Anabelle would make a fine couple - so Isabella can be free from him.

"What the hell is going on inside there?" Pedro asked, upon hearing the intense argument coming from inside.

"Uncle Eden finally knows the whole truth - he forced me to tell him everything. And now he thinks Anabelle deserves better treatment while George believes his son deserves someone better than her. It\'s kind of crazy there, don\'t make the mistake of going in. " Isabella informed him.

"Anabelle doesn\'t need your shit of a son!" Eden hollered from inside.

"Guess what? Julie doesn\'t need her pathetic little thing either! Just be sure to keep her away from him!" George retorted.

"Sure! She would never set her eyes again on the idiot!" Eden promised him.

"Wow," Pedro was stunned by the intense argument, "That scene kind of feels like -"

"Romeo and Juliet?" she completed.

"Exactly. Both sides against the other, yet the kids don\'t care,"

"I just hope both idiots don\'t commit suicide," Isabella prayed. Sometimes, Anabelle does before she thinks.

"Yeah, hopefully," Pedro said before he peered down at her asking, "Why don\'t we go see them,"

"S-sure," Isabella nodded. She had been afraid to visit them earlier because of what she might meet, but now, she had protection by her side.

"Anabelle or Julie first," Pedro asked as soon as they came to the rooms opposite each other.

"Julie first,"

Pedro\'s brow raised questioningly. Doesn\'t she want to see her cousin?

Isabella shrugged, "The last is always the best," Beside, she had a plan in her head already.