Sweet Flash Marriage with the Restrained Tycoon (Isabelle and Damien) novel Chapter 79

Brian followed the ambulance to the hospital, while Damian went to the police station for questioning.

Isabelle drove herself there separately.

At the station, Damian acknowledged causing Oliver's injury.

The situation now depended entirely on Oliver—if he chose to press charges, Damian could face serious consequences. If not, the matter could be resolved much more quietly.

Isabelle waited anxiously in the lobby, her thoughts in turmoil.

He must have found out about Oliver putting his hands on her. Otherwise, he wouldn't have reacted so severely.

She twisted her fingers together, a heavy sense of guilt settling in her chest.

By six o'clock, Oliver arrived at the station.

His right hand was wrapped in thick, bulky bandages, resembling a clumsy club.

According to Brian, it was fortunate Damian had struck with precision—the pen had passed cleanly between the bones. A less accurate hit could have caused permanent damage.

In under ten minutes, Damian was released.

Isabelle was stunned—Oliver hadn't pressed charges. Instead, he called the incident a misunderstanding and let it go.

Sitting in the driver's seat, her hands were still trembling too much to start the car.

"I'll drive," Damian said from the passenger seat, glancing at her. She really had been shaken.

He got out, walked to her side, and gently guided her over to the passenger seat before taking the wheel himself.

Damian, in his black overcoat, looked slightly out of place in the blush-pink driver's seat she had customized—though the contrast was almost amusing.

"You were this frightened, yet you still followed me here?"

"If you'd gotten locked up, I'd have become a grass widow for real," she muttered.

Damian chuckled softly.

"You really don't know your own husband very well, do you?" he teased.

"But you still shouldn't have crushed his hand just because he grabbed me," Isabelle said, a note of frustration in her voice.

Ashley had told Damian about Oliver's behavior some time ago, but he hadn't reacted then. Isabelle had even felt a little disappointed by his apparent indifference.

"That was part of it, but I'm not reckless enough to act solely on emotion."

"Then why? And why didn't Oliver press charges?"

"He embezzled over two million dollars from the company. Crushing his hand was a... persuasive reminder to cooperate with the audit," he explained calmly.

She fell silent for a few seconds.

So she had misunderstood—she'd thought he did it for her.

It was about the money after all.

Of course. If revenge had been his goal, he would have acted the night he found out, not waited.

And two million dollars was no small sum.

She turned to look out the window, her back to him.

A dull disappointment settled in her chest.

Damian glanced at her, sensing the shift in her mood.

It almost seemed like she... cared about his motives.

A quiet warmth flickered inside him.

*****

The car pulled into the driveway of the villa.

Tiana had already delivered their evening attire from the office.

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