Chapter 4 I Will Go Along with the Divorce

After the wedding, Isabella and Michael planned to take Ella back to the hospital first.

Ella wanted to give the newlyweds some space and insisted on not riding in the same car.

Isabella wanted to push back, but Michael convinced her, "Let's respect Grandma's wishes. We'll spend more time with her once we get to the hospital."

So, Isabella got in the car with Michael.

Ella smiled and let someone help her and her wheelchair into another car.

Even though Isabella and Michael had already slept together, she was still nervous sitting next to Michael, her palms sweating.

Michael noticed and broke the silence, "Isabella, did you like the wedding today?"

Isabella nodded. The only thing was, she and Michael didn't really have deep connection. But other than that, the wedding was pretty much perfect in her eyes.

Thinking of Ella, Isabella suddenly realized something and asked, "How did you know about Grandma..."

"Of course, I had to know your situation. I know you wanted to get married because of Grandma and that you work as a top designer at the Johnson Group's branch. I know everything that's on your employee file," Michael said slowly.

Isabella felt a bit freaked out and blurted, "Who exactly are you?"

Seeing her scared, Michael quickly said, "Don't worry. I've seen you at the company."

Isabella was half-convinced. Their company was under the Johnson Group, and his last name was Johnson too. He was probably related to the chairman!

After that, Isabella lost interest in chatting with Michael. But her curiosity grew stronger.

She leaned against the car window, watching the scenery change from skyscrapers to mountains. This wasn't the way to the hospital!

"Where are you taking us?" Isabella asked, super nervous.

Michael, who was reading a document, had put on a pair of gold-rimmed glasses.

Isabella thought he looked like a refined yet sinister serial killer from a movie and stared at him with big, wary eyes.

Michael found her reaction amusing and took off his glasses, explaining, "I moved Grandma to a different hospital. The environment here is better for her condition."

As soon as Michael finished speaking, the car stopped. Outside the window, a huge sign read: Summit Serenity Sanctuary.

Isabella felt super embarrassed.

The conditions here were way better than the old hospital, with dedicated medical teams for each patient, in-room daily check-ups and monitoring, and specialized doctors and nutritionists planning meals.

Ella lived in a quiet part of the wellness center, which was perfect for her since she liked peace and quiet.

Michael also had his own reasons. He hoped to keep everything under wraps to avoid any trouble from people with bad intentions, and this place was a good choice.

They sat in the courtyard.

"Mr. Johnson, can I ask you a favor?" Isabella traced the patterns on the floor tiles with her toes, gathering the courage to ask.

"Sure thing!" Michael replied without hesitation.

Isabella said, "I'd like you to tell Grandma some of your promises to me, to put her at ease. But don't worry, these promises don't count with me."

"No problem." Michael saw her guilty expression and reached out to ruffle her hair. "If you want them to count, that's fine too."

Isabella looked up at him, her eyes wide with surprise and confusion.

Michael just smiled and didn't say anything.

The caregiver wheeled Ella over.

Michael quickly took over and started taking care of Ella.

Even though Ella was tired, she still held onto Isabella with one hand and Michael with the other. "It's so good to see our Isabella get married. I can finally relax."

Michael squatted beside Ella and said gently, "Grandma, I promise you, I'll do my best to take care of Isabella and protect her with my life."

He held Ella's hand as he made the promise, and a smile slowly spread across her face.

By the time Isabella and Michael left, it was already dark.

Traffic was slow, and in the swaying car, Isabella couldn't help but fall asleep.

She didn't know how long she had slept, but when she woke up, she found herself in an unfamiliar bedroom. It was decorated in black, white, and gray—very low-key and classy.

Isabella checked the time; it was 11:10 PM.

Not seeing Michael, she cautiously called out, "Mr. Johnson?"

A servant, Ava Davis, came in with a glass of water and said, "Mrs. Johnson, I'm Ava, your maid. The bulter, Robert Miller, asked me to take care of you. The kitchen has also prepared some food for you. Mr. Johnson said you should eat something when you wake up."

Isabella wasn't used to being served, so she politely sent her away. "Thank you, but I'm not hungry. You can go about your business."

She stood up from the bed, only to realize she was wearing a soft cotton pajamas.

Ava hadn't been gone long when Michael walked in and ruffled Isabella's hair. "Isabella, you're awake. Are you hungry?"

Isabella shook her head and looked at him. "Mr. Johnson, it's late. I need to go back."

"Go back where?" Michael asked.

"Back to the dormitory. At home..." Isabella didn't want to go home and face Sophia.

"Isabella, this is your home," Michael said.

Isabella looked at him, confused.

Michael thought she might not have realized she was already married, so he reminded her, "Isabella, we are married."

Hearing Michael say this, Isabella whispered, "Aren't we in a fake marriage?"

She thought Michael married her partly to help her and partly to get back at John and Stella Hall.

He had already done enough for Ella, and she didn't know how to repay him.

As for the marriage, she couldn't keep troubling him.

"Fake marriage?" Michael was puzzled. He stood up and looked down at Isabella. "Tell me, is the marriage certificate fake, or is the city hall fake?"

Intimidated by his demeanor, Isabella explained, "I mean, we got married, but it's not for love."

She thought maybe Michael still needed their marriage to continue getting back at John and Stella, so she mustered the courage to continue, "Don't worry. I never intended to really marry you. If you ever need a divorce, just let me know, and I'll go along with it right away."

Michael's face instantly darkened. "I thought after what happened last night, you understood my intentions. Isabella, we are married, legally married. Although our marriage process is a bit different from ordinary couples, I hope we can be a normal couple, sharing meals and raising children together. Therefore, I have no intention of living separately from you. Sleep!"

After saying that, Michael lay down on the bed and turned off the light.

The memories of last night seemed to explode in Isabella's mind, and those embarrassing scenes flooded her thoughts. She nervously lay down along the edge of the bed, her mind in turmoil. She thought, 'What does Michael mean?'