THE WORLD SHE PAINTED RED |KTH(18+)

CH-69| LET ME BE YOUR NURSE~

Taehyung returned to the hospital and found Ji-Woon and Samarah already there, visiting Isabella. Over the next two days, he stayed by her side without leaving her for a moment. He attended to her with the utmost care and affection, his eyes never leaving her face. Every movement he made was done with utmost gentleness, a stark contrast from his usually ruthless demeanor. The way he attended to her spoke volumes of his feelings for her, his gestures filled with an untold tenderness.

But Taehyung's mind was filled with questions, and he knew exactly who could provide the answers he sought. Taehyung made his way towards Soo-Min, his expression serious. He stood in front of her, a question on his mind that he knew only she could answer.

Taehyung didn't mince words, asking directly, "Why did she leave in the middle of the night from the fashion week to South Korea?"

Taehyung didn't mince words, asking directly, "Why did she leave in the middle of the night from the fashion week to South Korea?"

Taehyung's eyes were locked on her, his gaze intense. "She told you not to let me know that she left," he said, his voice low and steady. "But I'm curious, why?"

Soo-Min sighed, knowing that Isabella would likely be upset with her for revealing the information. "That night," she began, "Isabella called me and asked me to arrange her jet back to Korea. She specifically asked me not to let you know that she was leaving. After that, she didn't say anything else."

Soo-Min paused, her expression pensive. "I'm not sure if I'm mistaken or not," she began, "but I think I heard her sniffing. Her voice was... heavy. Did something happen between you both that day? Did you both fought?" He runs his hand through his hair and moves away.

Taehyung's mind flashed back to their last interaction, and he felt a pang of guilt. He had been in the wrong that day, and the memory of his behavior brought a pang of remorse. Frustrated, he ran his hand through his hair, the gesture conveying his inner turmoil.

Taehyung pulled out his phone and dialed Jimin's number. As the phone rang, he impatiently waited for Jimin to pick up.

The phone rang and in a moment, jimin picked the phone, saying, "what happened? Is everything okay?" Taehyung let out a sigh told him that it was his father behind Isabella's accident.

Jimin's eyes widen in surprise, "What? It was your father who was behind Isabella's accident?"

Taehyung let out a low hum in acknowledgement, his voice heavy with the weight of the information he had just shared. "I found out the same day," he said, his tone quiet. "But I didn't find the right opportunity to inform you about it."

Taehyung let out a sigh, his voice filled with uncertainty. "I don't know what to do," he said, a note of helplessness in his voice. "I confronted him last night," he continued, his tone growing more resigned. "And...he's confident that I have feelings for Isabella. The way he spoke made it clear that he doesn't care if I have those feelings or not, and he's likely to repeat his actions."

Jimin listened quietly to Taehyung's words, understanding the conflicting emotions and loyalties he was wrestling with. Taehyung ran his fingers through his hair, his gaze focused on the door of Isabella's ward. He spoke, his voice filled with a mix of resolve and determination. "My father might be wrong," he said, his voice steady, his tone torn between loyalty and protectiveness. "but I can't hurt him." He paused, gathering his thoughts before continuing, "But she's my life...and I can't let my love get hurt." His voice grew stronger with each word, his words tinged with protectiveness. "I goanna do exactly what he said...'I'm doing it for my Love'... Then, yes I'll do it for my love, I will protect her, protect my love, protect my life...protect my Isabella."