Chapter 217
Henry stood frozen in place, his lips moving slightly but unable to make a sound. Isabella’s betrayal made his world spin. The guilt of his negled so Sophia weighed on him like a mountain.
Nancy continued desperately defending Isabella, noticing Henrys increasingly dark expression, her tone becoming more urgent.
“Mr. Henry, everything Miss Scott’s aunt said is nothing but terrible lies, she insisted, stepping closer to him. Miss Scott would never harm anyone! She always speaks of your wife with respect. That horrible aunt would say anything to get her criminal son released!”
Henry remained silent, his mind constantly replaying every moment with Isabella–every smile, every touch, every softly whispered promiss
How had he never seen through her mask? This woman he had regarded as a pure angel for years was actually capable of planning murder.
“Miss Scott has been devastated without you,” Nancy continued, mistaking his silence for consideration. She cries herself to sleep every night, barely eats anything. Her condition has worsened only because she misses you so much. You are her entire world!
Henry finally looked at Nancy, his gaze cold and distant. The intensity of that look made the nurse involuntarily recoil.
Just then, the emergency room doors opened. A team of doctors and nurses wheeled out a bed with the pale–faced Isabella lying on it. Her face was as white as paper, her once–perfect hair disheveled across the pillow. Various tubes and wires connected to her body.
“Where is the patient’s family?” a doctor called out, looking around the waiting area. “We need the family now!”
Henry still stood motionless, showing no intention of stepping forward. He stared at the unconscious Isabella with undisguised contempt.
Nancy immediately rushed forward, pointing directly at Henry. “He’s here! He’s Miss Scott’s boyfriend! You can tell him anything–he has full authority to make decisions for her!”
Before Henry could object, the doctor approached him with an annoyed expression.
“What are you doing just standing there?” he demanded loudly, pointing excitedly at Isabella. “Hurry up and help move the patient to her room! Is this how you take care of patients? She attempted suicide–swallowed over seventy sleeping pills! If we hadn’t pumped her stomach in time, she would have died within half an hour! What kind of family are you?”
The doctor’s voice grew louder with each accusation, drawing the attention of everyone around.
“The patient already has kidney problems! You should be monitoring her closely! How did things get to this point? How could you let things develop to this stage?”
As the medical team wheeled Isabella to her private room, Henry said nothing.
He silently followed behind, expressionless. Standing by her bedside, he watched as nurses adjusted her IV drips and connected more monitoring equipment.
Isabella lay motionless, her skin almost as white as the sheets beneath her. Once full of vitality, she was now reduced to this fragile, broken shell.
Henry stared at her intently, never shifting his gaze, yet completely devoid of the warmth and affection that once filled his eyes whenever he looked at her.
Nancy nervously glanced back and forth between Henry and Isabella. The Henry before her was unrecognizable–cold and mechanical, like a robot programmed only to observe without feeling. The devoted man who once rushed to Isabella’s side at the slightest discomfort was gone, replaced by this expressionless stranger whose eyes reflected the coldness of Arctic ice.
If looks could kill, Nancy shuddered inwardly, Isabella would have died a thousand times over.
After an hour of suffocating silence, Isabella finally stirred. Her eyelids trembled as they opened.
When her vision cleared enough to recognize Henry standing by her bed, her pale lips quivered.
She tried to reach out to him, longing for his touch, but her arm remained immobile due to the anesthesia.
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and distant.
Tears welled up in Isabella’s eyes, silently streaming down her cheeks.
Over the past two weeks, she had called him countless times, sent hundreds of messages all met with silence. Now he was finally Pere, standing before her yet he felt more distant than ever before.
Nancy hurried to Isabella’s side, wiping her tears with a tissue. ‘Miss Scott, weren’t you always saying how much you wanted Mr. Henry to visit you? Mole he’s here, why are you crying? Talk to him! Tell him how much you’ve missed him!”
What an idiot, Nancy thought bitterly to herself. She only knows how to cry. Doesn’t she know how to keep a man?
Isabella took a deep breath. “Henry,” she whispered, her, voice barely audible through the oxygen mask. I’ve been going crazy missing you. If I hadn’t hern so ill, I would have come looking for you long ago.
Seeing no response from him, her voice grew more desperate. “Why have you been ignoring me? Did I do something wrong?”
The beeping of the heart monitor gradually quickened with her emotional state.
“You know I always listen to you,‘ she continued, tears flowing down her face. “If I’ve done something to upset you, or if there’s anything about me you’re not satisfied with, please tell me. I’ll change, I promise! Just… please don’t ignore me anymore. Can you?”
As Isabella’s sobbing became more pronounced, Henry’s gaze intensified, his eyes never leaving her face.
*I’ll only ask you one thing,” he finally spoke, his voice ice–cold. “In the two weeks before you returned to the country, did you hire someone to hit Sophia and my son with a car?”
Despite having evidence from James’s investigation and Margaret’s confession, deep down he still hoped–that Isabella would admit her wrongdoing and show genuine remorse.
He wanted to give her one last chance to come clean.
Isabella’s heart raced with panic. Nancy frantically gestured behind Henry, desperately trying to signal that confession and apology was the best choice now, but Isabella completely missed the message.
“Henry, how could you ask me something like that?” she replied, feigning shock and innocence. “What does Sophia’s accident have to do with me? I have your love–why would I care about her? In a relationship, the one who isn’t loved is the third wheel. You love me so much, why would I care about a homewrecker? You must have misunderstood something!”
Nancy briefly closed her eyes, knowing everything was over.
Henry’s jaw clenched, hot rage coursing through him. He spoke with angry undertones, “Even at this moment, you’re still trying to deceive me?”
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