Chapter 336

Nathaniel gently traced Evelyn's cheek with his thumb before leaning in to kiss her. Lately, he couldn't seem to get enough of her lips.

Evelyn froze, her lashes fluttering in surprise.

"The reason Beatrice didn’t tell you," Nathaniel murmured, pulling back slightly, "was because she didn’t want you to blame yourself. If you keep thinking like this, she’ll sense it—and that’s the last thing she needs before surgery. So, let it go, alright?" His words eased the tightness in her chest.

Life had to move forward. Especially now that Beatrice had agreed to the operation.

Feeling lighter, Evelyn decided to visit the hospital after work. Nathaniel promised to pick her up so they could return to the penthouse together.

That evening, as planned, Evelyn finished her shift and headed to the hospital. She had already texted Nathaniel earlier: Dinner at Scarlett tonight? He confirmed, setting their meet-up for six.

But at half past five, Isabella walked into Martin Group headquarters, derailing Nathaniel’s entire evening.

She requested to see him through Samuel, who reluctantly escorted her to the office.

As one of Martin Group’s contracted artists, Isabella’s presence wasn’t unusual. The only difference? She no longer had direct access to Nathaniel. Now, she needed approval—a fact that chafed at her pride, but she swallowed it.

Once inside, she wasted no time. "Nathaniel, we found a heart match for my mother."

His expression remained impassive. "Good. The doctors can proceed with the transplant."

She bit her lip. "Do you… not want to see me anymore?"

"You're imagining things." His tone was flat.

Isabella pressed on. "I know about Beatrice’s condition. I don’t want you to worry, so I have a proposal."

Nathaniel watched her, silent.

"I’m willing to offer my mother’s heart for Beatrice’s match. If it’s compatible, Beatrice can have the surgery first."

His gaze darkened. "You’d give up your mother’s heart for Beatrice?"

She nodded.

A faint, humorless smile touched his lips. "Why, Isabella? Just to ease my worries?"

"Yes. And to thank you for everything you’ve done for me. Of course, I love my mother—but her condition is stable. Beatrice needs it more. So, if the match works, she should go first."

"Is that all?"

"That’s all." She stepped closer. "You might not believe me, but I mean it. I want to help you."

Nathaniel studied her for a long moment before finally agreeing.

Since the heart belonged to Isabella’s mother, her consent was required. With Dr. Harrison overseeing the process, the compatibility results came back almost immediately—positive.

Just as Nathaniel was about to call Evelyn with the news, Isabella spoke again.

"Nathaniel, don’t you see? Fate is giving us a sign. If we weren’t meant to be, this match wouldn’t have worked. But it did. Doesn’t that mean something?"

His voice turned icy. "What are you implying?"

She lifted her chin. "Divorce Evelyn. Marry me instead, and I’ll donate the heart to Beatrice. Do we have a deal?"