Chapter 162
I was about to tell James that I had never received any gift from Henry, but I swallowed my words before they left my mouth, Suddenly, I remembered. something: that day when I visited William in the hospital, Henry had handed me an elegantly wrapped box and even apologized to me,
At the time, I saw that the contents of the box were identical to the jewelry set Isabella had flaunted on social media. I assumed the bastard had simply bought two identical sets–one for Isabella and one to placate me. But now I realized that Isabella’s set was actually chosen by James, not Henry
In that instant, everything became clear. Isabella was nothing like the harmless facade she maintained. She was calculating, manipulative, with a mind full of schemes.
James, noticing my softened expression, seized the opportunity to defend his boss. “Mrs. Harding, the boss is naturally cold and distant with everyone–this is just his personality, as I’m sure you know. He lowered his voice, as if sharing a secret. “If you ask me, you shouldn’t divorce him. Stay by his side and show those scheming women that they can’t win.”
He had worked with Henry for many years and completely understood his temperament. In James’s heart, he knew the CEO must care about me, otherwise the divorce proceedings wouldn’t have dragged on for so long.
“Henry is extremely proud,” James continued earnestly, “he doesn’t bother with explanations and typically resolves issues in the most direct manner. He has never considered the importance of communication. If things continue like this, he will lose you.”
I shook my head at James’s obvious attempt to speak favorably of Henry.
“Save it,” I said firmly. “Divorce is inevitable! Don’t think Henry’s small gestures of kindness will change my mind.”
With that, I turned away from Henry’s bedside and addressed the tired James: “Go home. You have work tomorrow. I’ll watch over him here.”
Henry had undergone a heart transplant surgery, and I had been the one managing his post–surgical care and health regimen ever since. I knew his condition better than anyone.
Seeing James–the poor overworked assistant–struggling to stay awake, I couldn’t bear to make him stay any longer.
After James left, I sat by the bedside, watching Henry’s face in the moonlight that streamed through the window. Even I couldn’t deny that the man was handsome.
The fatigue of the day overwhelmed me, and I could no longer resist sleep. I rested my head against the edge of the bed, my cheek pressed against Henry’s hand, and slowly drifted off.
It was at this moment that Isabella burst into the master bedroom of Maple Grove. She watched as Sophia’s face rested against Henry’s hand–despite the silence, there was a strange harmony to the scene. For a moment, she seemed to doubt herself.
Isabella felt as though Henry and Sophia were the ones truly in love.
And she… was the outsider who could never break in.
Jealousy consumed Isabella like wildfire. For a second, the thought of killing Sophia flashed through her mind, but she controlled herself.
She quickly left the bedroom and made her way to Henry’s study, where she called Nancy.
‘Find a way to get Sophia out of here!” she commanded.
Isabella had cultivated a good relationship with Catherine and was practically sisters with Grace. The Harding family servants and security staff all recognized her, allowing her to move freely throughout the mansion. This was how she could so easily enter Henry’s study.
Nancy, hearing Isabella’s command, felt troubled, not knowing how to execute such a task.
“You idiot!” Isabella hissed when Nancy hesitated. ‘Go find nurses from her department. Make them contact Sophia!” Despite her reservations, Nancy complied.
Late at night, the landline on the bedside table rang shrilly.
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Being a light sleeper, I immediately heard it,
Hello? I answered softly.
As a nurse at Manhattan General Hospital, I had provided not just my cell number but also an emergency contact number on my personnel forms
The patient in bed 19 has an emergency, the urgent voice on the other end said. “She’s convulsing and foaming at the mouth. You need to come right
away.”
I rushed toward the hospital without even changing my clothes. Isabella, who had been waiting just outside the door, quickly ducked into another room as 1.
ran past.
Once I was gone, she emerged with a satisfied smile and entered the bedroom. Seeing Henry sleeping peacefully alone, her smile widened. She stripped off her clothes and slipped under the covers next to him. Taking out her phone, she chose an angle that would be most misleading and snapped photos of herself with the sleeping Henry.
She took over twenty shots, carefully selected the three most convincing ones, and saved them to her photo gallery.
When I arrived at the hospital, my colleagues were shocked by my attire.
I quickly changed into my nursing uniform, still catching my breath as asked: “How is Mrs. Davis in bed 19?”
The patient in bed 19 was none other than–Harper Davis.
Years ago, when my mother Scarlett saw me as a burden limiting her marriage prospects, she had abandoned me in the countryside to fend for myself.
It was my grandmother and our neighbor Mrs. Davis who raised me and put me through school.
So when I heard Mrs. Davis was in trouble, nothing else mattered–I hadn’t even bothered to change my clothes before racing to the hospital.
The elderly woman’s condition had been improving steadily during her hospital stay, with her illness under control and her health significantly better. I was confused about what could have caused such a sudden emergency.
“Food poisoning,” my colleague explained. “Fortunately, we caught it in time. There shouldn’t be any lasting damage.”
A patient in the same room approached me, still visibly shaken. “You should have seen her, dear. Her face turned green–we thought she wasn’t going to
make it.”
Mrs. Davis had only two people in her life: her granddaughter Ava and me.
Ava rarely visited the hospital to care for her grandmother, so most of the responsibility fell to me. Last night, because of Billy’s sixth birthday, I had to leave the hospital and entrusted Mrs. Davis’s care to one of my colleagues. Nurses are perpetually busy, making it impossible to constantly monitor individual patients. If someone had deliberately tried to harm her, it would have been difficult to prevent.
I examined everything Mrs. Davis had eaten or drunk but found nothing suspicious.
One detail bothered me, though: Mrs. Davis never ate late–night snacks, so how could she have gotten food poisoning?
According to the emergency records, she had consumed something contaminated sometime after 11 PM.
At that hour, Mrs. Davis should have been asleep. Why would she be eating anything?
Or… had someone sneaked into her room?
The possibility that someone had deliberately poisoned her couldn’t be dismissed.
Thankfully, Mrs. Davis was still sleeping peacefully with no signs of waking soon.
While she slept, I went to check the cardiovascular department’s security footage.
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And there it was…
The video showed a fully covered figure stealthily entering Mrs. Davis’s
room.
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