Married To My Billionaire Stepbrother

Chapter 36

Chapter 36: Justin’s Doubts

In response, Natalie yawned, "Can you two carry on outside? A patient needs to rest."

Ivan, still holding Briena protectively, looked down at her. "What happened? Are you hurt somewhere?"

Briena shook her head, "I was just showing my concern and apologizing on behalf of my fans, but she got angry and hurled the glass at me. If I wasn’t quick enough, it could have..." She let out a soft sob, leaning into Ivan’s arms,

Ivan’s gaze hardened as he looked back at Natalie. "Can you learn to act reasonably? Is this how you repay someone’s goodwill? What if she was hurt?"

Natalie sighed, clearly exasperated. She shifted in her bed, eyeing the two of them with a mix of annoyance and disbelief. "Seems like you two can’t understand simple words."

Without a second thought, she picked up another glass from the bedside table and, with calculated strength, smashed it close to Briena’s feet.

The loud crash of glass breaking filled the room. Ivan instinctively pulled Briena back, shielding her, but Briena winced in pain, letting him know she was hurt.

"Briena," he exclaimed in worry.

Briena looked at her feet, her left foot had small cuts caused by the glass shards. She looked at Natalie, only to hear her icy voice, "Now that’s what it would look like if I actually meant to hurt you, Briena."

Ivan knelt beside Briena, carefully inspecting her injuries before looking up at Natalie with a mix of frustration and disbelief. "You’re impossible."

Natalie remained unfazed by Ivan’s accusing stare. "Tell your fiancée to stop playing the victim in front of me, or it won’t take long for her act to become reality, just as I demonstrated now," she warned, her tone chilling. "If I wanted to smash glass at her, it would look like this. That previous, delicate attempt where she was unharmed, and the shards weren’t directed her way? That wasn’t me."

Ivan looked at the floor, the glass smashed by Natalie had its pieces directed towards door while the previous one was....

"Ivan, it hurts," Briena cried out, understanding the meaning of Natalie’s words and how Ivan was making a sense out of it. "It’s bleeding, Ivan."

Pushing aside his doubts, Ivan stood up, "Don’t worry. I am taking you to doctor."

"Thank you," she whispered weakly, feeling relieved that Ivan was swayed by her act.

As they turned to leave, Natalie’s cold voice sliced through the air once more, "Don’t show up in front of me again, Briena, or next time it won’t end with just minor injuries."

acting scared, gripped on Ivan’s hands. He didn’t turn to look at Natalie but said, "I regret ever falling for a woman like you. You deserve nothing

date. She felt indebted to him for hurting him on their wedding day, though unintentional.

simply smashed a glass to show him tht truth but he chose to ignore it, as if just like others, he had decided

had always been by her side and comforted her, flashed

I didn’t plagiarize. It’s... I don’t know how... my perfume

alright, Nat. Don’t

didn’t cause Briena’s

"I know. Don’t cry."

this city is dangerous. They sent me

know

home.

you too. Once you’re back,

Now I’ll always

me,

make you

think we should

you like to

I

to her, tears appeared in

of sight. She turned to see Justin standing beside her bed. She hadn’t even noticed when

took the tissue from his

come back?" she asked

replied, placing the box

pitying me for having trashy people around me," she remarked, watching him as he settled into a

from the humble way he used to

his gaze fixed on her still-moist eyes. "But I do pity you for your

but also offended, she asked, "What do you

allow into their life," he replied calmly. "And looking at Ivan Brown, I’d

do you know about Ivan, huh? You have no right to judge him," she shot back, her voice rising with fury. "If I’m alive today, it’s because of him. I would have ended my life long ago if it weren’t for him. He was always

on your wedding day?" Justin interrupted, his voice calm, a

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