Chapter 388 Obedient Slumber
"Alexander, how can you treat me so?" Isabella cried out in anguish. "You promised me marriage, didn't you? Then what does this text message mean?"
She accused him, her voice laced with bitterness, "Alexander, you've taken it too far. You know I'm unwell, and yet you choose now to discard me!"
A late-night call from Alexander had roused her from sleep. Far from being irate, she was elated. He had thought of her, reached out to her in the dead of night.
However, unbeknownst to her, it was Ava's number he had dialed in error. Even in his inebriated state, his thoughts were consumed by Ava, leading him to send her such an ill-suited message.
"Alexander, you promised to marry me!"
"No, I must confront you. I need to hear the truth from your lips."
Emotionally charged, Isabella prepared to leave her hospital bed.
Suddenly, the door to her room was thrust open. A tall figure entered, forcefully closing the door behind him and securing the lock. Isabella, taken aback, had yet to rise from her bed. "Who are you?" she stammered.
"Do you not recognize me?" The man's voice was as magnetic as it was cold. "I am your brother."
"Eason, it's you!" Isabella clutched her blanket nervously. Every encounter with him left her on edge, despite their supposed friendship.
Eason always concealed his identity behind a hat and a mask, leaving Isabella in the dark about his true appearance.
"Why are you here?" Isabella asked nervously.
"I'm here to help you," he replied, his voice gentle yet laced with an undercurrent of malice. "Seeing you so distraught, your face stained with tears, it's more than I can bear."
Isabella hastily wiped her tears away. "Don't play games with me. I don't believe for a second that you see me as a sister."
Eason approached her, sitting on the edge of the bed. "Believe it or not, we're in the same predicament. It's fortunate I arrived when I did. Otherwise, you might have jeopardized your health."
"Have you resolved the issue with your heart? Didn't you promise to find a solution for me? If that person is still alive, you should kill him and give me his heart. I want the surgery done quickly, to recover swiftly. I want to reclaim Alexander, and I want to eliminate that vile woman, Ava!"
Isabella's body shook with rage. Her mind was consumed with thoughts of murdering Ava. Once Ava was out of the picture, Alexander would be hers and hers alone.
Eason's eyes narrowed, a flicker of sternness crossing his features. "It seems you're growing impatient."
"In my current state, you expect me to wait? Didn't you promise we would collaborate? Are you still capable or not?" Isabella's frustration was palpable.
Eason rose from the bed, retrieving a syringe and a small vial of clear liquid from his pocket.
"What are you doing?" Isabella questioned, her eyes wide with fear.
She watched as Eason filled the syringe with the liquid from the vial, then injected it into her arm.
"What are you injecting me with?" she demanded, her eyes growing wider still.
"Don't worry, it's medication that will help you," Eason reassured her, a faint smile playing on his lips.
Isabella felt a sense of impending doom. She attempted to free herself from the needle, but a strong hand pushed her back onto the bed.
Isabella struggled and was about to scream when Eason silenced her with his hand over her mouth.
A wicked glint in his eyes, he whispered, "Hush, don't make a sound. Just sleep peacefully."
Tears welled up in Isabella's eyes, fear coursing through her veins. Her breathing grew labored, her eyes rolled back, and she lost consciousness.
Immediately, the medical monitor beside her began to beep urgently.
Eason released Isabella, turned on his heel, unlocked the door, and exited the room.
Moments later, medical staff rushed into the room.
