Reckless Marriage Unyielding Love

Natasha's sickness acted up all night, stirring up a commotion in the Ludwig family.

That showed how serious her condition was.

Just as Mikayla and Carlos went downstairs hand in hand, all ready to leave, Myla, who took care of Natasha, ran

in from outside and shouted in a panic, "Bad news, Mr. and Mrs. Ludwig! Ms. Ludwig had a seizure and passed

out in the garden!"

Mikayla was stunned.

"I'll go check!" After dropping that, Carlos strode toward Myla. After asking about the situation, Selena also

zipped out of the room. A group of people began to bolt outside.

'For real? What a coincidence,’ was Mikayla's thought. Of course, she did not wish to read into it. The point was

that Natasha fainted right after she and Carlos stepped away. Regardless, she marched ahead and followed

Carlos. A heart attack was no joke, after all.

Mikayla just stepped out of the hall when she saw Carlos returning from the garden with Natasha in his arms.

Before she could ask, Natasha's delicate voice came, and Carlos stopped. "I'm sorry, Mikayla. | didn't mean it.

Really."

"Sorry for what?" Mikayla was confused to see tears on Natasha's cheeks. 'Why's she apologizing just because

she fainted?’ she wondered.

Almost at the stime, she also noticed that there was something off with the gazes toward her from the

crowd, including Selena, who had always been kind to her. Carlos pursed his thin lips, carried Natasha into the

living room, and put her on the couch. Mikayla, who had no clue about what was going on, followed. "Mom, keep

an eye on Natasha. I'll get Dr. Guzman." Carlos laid Natasha down and spoke to Selena before picking up the

phone and walking to the side.

"I'm sorry! | shouldn't have been so close to Carlos, Mikayla. Don't be angry," Natasha cried out emotionally.

Suddenly, she covered her chest and began to gasp for air. "Calm down, my darling Natasha," Selena was beside

her daughter, whispering with tears.

Mikayla simply stood there, frowning and watching Natasha.

"Mikayla..." choked out Natasha.

Myla, who had always been by Natasha's side, rushed in with a painting torn in half. "It was you, wasn't it? You

threw this painting she gave you and Mr. Ludwig into the water. What has she ever done to you? it because she's

clingy to Mr. Ludwig? Why must you treat her like this?" After saying that, Myla could not help crying.

"Myla!" Natasha chided before turning to Mikayla. "I'll be extra careful next time, Mikayla. Don't get mad at me.

Don't-" Before she could finish, her chest heaved violently and her breathing becincreasingly rapid as if

somebody was strangling her. Her face turned all the paler.

Everybody there was hustling about Natasha. Only Mikayla stood there quietly, watching the scene alongside

Natasha's play. She clearly saw those provocative, clear eyes of Natasha, seemingly smug and wicked before

closing as Natasha passed out.

From Mikayla's perspective, Natasha was right in the nick of tto pull off such a before she and Carlos

hit the road. Natasha even controlled herself so well that Mikayla had no tor any chance to refute.

Should all of that be Natasha's schall along, Mikayla vowed to seek justice for herself.

Moments later, Carlos cback after the call and saw Natasha faint. As for what Natasha had said, Mikayla

could only guess how much Carlos had heard and believed.

Carlos took a deep look at Natasha, then wheeled around and made another call. His voice was not loud, but he

clearly explained what was happening with Natasha.

It did not take long before the

ambulance reached the mansion. Conor, who had been there before, dashed over. The first-aid medical team

carried Natasha on a stretcher as Selena wiped her tears and followed Conor to board the

ambulance.

Carlos, for one, hopped into the ambulance for a while before he alighted again to approach Mikayla. The man

held her cheek with one hand. "Everything's gonna be okay. Don't worry."

It was at that moment that Mikayla looked Carlos in the eye and did not know what she herself was thinking save

the mixed feelings within.

Finally, Mikayla broke the silence between them. "Let's go to the hospital."

Seeing that she finally spoke, Carlos beamed. "Right."

Carlos fetched the car from the garage, and they drove all the way to the downtown hospital.

On the way, Carlos took the wheel with one hand while holding Mikayla's hand tightly with the other, comforting

her.

As for Mikayla, she appeared collected. Her mind, though, drifted far, far away.

When they arrived, Garrett showed up, too.

Carlos comforted his parents. The four of them were outside the operating room, looking at the flashing

emergency light and falling speechless for a moment.

The long corridor was quiet except for the sound of Garrett pacing back and forth, inducing an anxious vibe.

Tpassed. The door to the operating room opened. Conor cout, and Garrett, Selena, Carlos, and Mikayla

stepped forward.

"Dr. Guzman, how's my girl?" Selena asked anxiously.

Conor removed his mask and reproached, Didn't | tell you last night not to ever agitate her? Ms. Ludwig's

condition is stable for now. She needs to stay for observation first everything's fine, then she can go home.

Remember not to provoke her again."

"Yes, Dr. Guzman," Selena replied, peeking inside the operating room worriedly.

Garrett mustered a smile and followed Conor to the consultation room.

The next second, Natasha in a white and blue hospital gown was pushed out by the nurse. She looked pale.

Traces of tears were still vivid on her fragile face as she kept murmuring, "Mikayla, | didn't mean it..."

Natasha could easily be awarded the best actress in sTV shows, so to speak.

Pursing her lips, Mikayla beheld Natasha and said nothing.

"Enough, Natasha. Have a good rest and stop talking," Selena comforted Natasha gently. Noticing zero

comforting words from Mikayla, she did not comment further on that matter.

Mikayla could already tell it from their behaviors and gazes. Every single one of them had passed judgment on

her.

In their book, Mikayla was the

vicious sister-in-law who could not bear to see how close Natasha and Carlos were. She was deemed to be

exacting revenge, which was why she tore up the painting that Natasha gave her and Carlos and threw it into

the water.

Natasha leveraged her own weakness and framed Mikayla perfectly.