Chapter 87 The Fury Unleashed
Isabella had been teetering on the precipice of oblivion, her wrists bearing the self-inflicted scars of a suicide attempt. It was a stroke of providence that she was discovered before it was too late.
Isabella lay in her hospital bed, silent tears streaming down her face. Her expression was one of profound injustice, a sight that tugged at Alexander's heartstrings, despite his repeated attempts to coax her into conversation.
Eventually, she found the strength to speak. "Alex," she implored, her voice barely a whisper, "Just leave me be. You and Ava should carry on with your lives. We shouldn't cross paths again."
"Isabella," Alexander implored, his voice laced with a finality that brooked no argument, "I'm asking you one last time, what transpired? If you withhold the truth from me, I will not be able to contain my anger."
Isabella had a habit of keeping her grievances to herself, only revealing them when she saw Alexander's genuine fury. Her voice trembled as she began to unravel her tale, her sobs punctuating her words. "The Mitchells will never accept me... today at lunch..."
"What happened at lunch? Out with it."
"Alex, your mother invited me to lunch today. She insisted on meeting me and asked me to keep it a secret from you. I was thrilled, but I didn't expect Ava to be there too..."
Her tears flowed freely now, "Alex, I can't endure this humiliation any longer. I'm weary of being labeled as the 'other woman'. Whether it's your mother, your father, or Ava, they all scorn me. I can't fathom why I'm so detested. Ava even had the audacity to splash water in my face. I can't bear it any longer!"
Isabella was crying so intensely that she struggled to catch her breath.
Alexander swiftly clasped her hand, his voice thick with rising anger. "Stop crying. Tell me how else did they mess with you?"
"No, they didn't bully me. It was all my doing. Alex, I'm to blame, I shouldn't have intruded. The fault lies with me. Let's call it quits, I truly... I truly can't endure it any longer. I feel like I'm losing my grip!"Isabella, naturally delicate, looked even more fragile with her tear-streaked, pallid face, stirring a man's instinct to protect.
Alexander tenderly draped a blanket over her, whispering, "Rest now, I'm here."...
When Alexander emerged from the hospital room, his face was a mask of grim determination. He swiftly retrieved his cell phone and dialed Ava's number.
As soon as the call connected, he demanded, “Ava, how could you treat Isabella so horribly at lunch today? Did you really splash water in her face?”
“I…” Ava's voice wavered as she hastily attempted to justify her actions, “Yes, but that's because…”
"I can't believe I misjudged you, behaving so disgracefully! Knowing Isabella's fragile health and still treating her so callously, it’s inexcusable!"
Alexander didn't wait for her to finish her excuses. He unleashed his fury upon her confession.
Ava, taken aback and bewildered, protested, "You won't even ask why I did it? I didn't splash her without a reason. It was clearly because she..."
"Enough!" Alexander interjected, refusing to hear any more, "Regardless of the reason, you shouldn't have acted so. And my mom—you and her ganging up on such a frail woman, is there no decency left?"
“Alexander, I don't wish to discuss this any further. Goodbye.”
Ava was so exasperated she was on the verge of ending the call.
"Hold on, come to the hospital!"
Upon hearing his words, Ava responded with a cold, bitter laugh, "Why should I come? You’re there for Isabella, aren't you?"
