Chapter 447

Another hospital room.

While Victor was bringing Isadora in, Kemp had the bodyguards escort Wendy, who'd been left behind, to the hospital as well.

Wendy wasn't pregnant, so her condition was much better than Isadora's. After the doctor's treatment, her temperature was back to normal, but her legs were still stiff and she moved slowly.

Anxious and restless, she climbed down from the hospital bed, desperate to see Isadora.

She shuffled to the door of the VIP room, where two burly, black-suited bodyguards stood watch. There was no way past them. All Wendy could do was stand helplessly outside, peering in.

Through the glass, she saw the distinguished heir sitting motionless at Isadora's bedside. Victor looked almost like a marble statue, unmoving, his eyes locked on the woman lying in the bed.

Earlier, Wendy had already asked the doctors about Isadora's condition. The news had been grim, and dread settled heavy in her chest.

Now, seeing Isadora in person-pale as a ghost and lying so still-made Wendy's heart ache so fiercely she could barely breathe. Tears slipped uncontrollably down her face.

She sobbed, her voice thick with guilt and regret. "I'm sorry. This is all my fault. If it weren't for me, none of this would have happened to you, Isadora."

so sorry. Please, Isadora,

anguished cries echoed from the

never strayed from

a second," Wendy pleaded, trying to inch closer to the bed. But as soon as she moved, the bodyguards

through the air like a winter

glacial, instantly chilling the atmosphere

she would be upset-he might

was so intense that Wendy

too. This wasn't the

her knees, sobbing harder. "If anything happens to

what I've done." at

as midnight, his voice flat and merciless. "And what good would that do? Even if you died

back just because someone

pulled Wendy to her feet and led

VIP room, broken only by the harsh, rhythmic beeping of the heart

his gaze never leaving her. Her lips were dry and colorless, like a

Victor's chest tightened painfully.

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