Chapter 481

The lights in the operating room finally dimmed, and Isabel Foster was wheeled out into the corridor.

Lindy Etheridge hurried forward. "Doctor, is she... is she going to be all right?"

The doctor looked at Lindy, his expression grave. "She's not in any immediate danger, but... her leg-"

Lindy swayed, nearly losing her balance. "Her leg... she won't be able to walk?"

The doctor nodded. "That's the worst-case scenario for now."

If Friedman Etheridge hadn't caught her, Lindy might have collapsed right there. "Are you okay?" Friedman asked softly, steadying her.

Lindy pressed her lips together and shook her head. She hadn't thought much of Isabel before, but now... Isabel had risked her own life to save Effie Bagnold, and now she might never walk again.

Effie looked over at Lyman Etheridge. He seemed to sense her thoughts and gave her a reassuring nod before walking toward Lindy.

"Mom," Lyman said, "Isabel was hurt saving Effie. We have to take responsibility for her. But..." He hesitated, glancing at Effie, then continued, "I'm married now, so it wouldn't be appropriate for me to handle this personally."

Lyman. "I know what you mean. I'll take care of

her an appreciative look. "Thanks, Mom. I'm counting

on your life together. Leave

Effie waited by Isabel's side until she woke

was thinking in that moment. I just..

voice trembling. "Maybe this is fate. I've done so many terrible things in the past—maybe this is how the universe is

exchanged a troubled

wonder if Isabel had hit her head along with her leg. The Isabel she

course we'll take care of you. We'll do everything we can,

looked at

expect anything. If my leg can

know

could hope

a dancer-if I

career is

broke, and tears slipped down her cheeks, fragile

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