The maid holding the phone hesitated. "But... that's a sanatorium..."
"Are you dense?" The Elyndorian maid sighed, shaking her head. "She is still a relative of the Vinton family. Even though we don't know what mistake she made to get locked up here, we all know how spoiled she used to be. If we send her to the sanatorium, at least she'll have family around when she wakes up."
The first maid realized that made sense and nodded repeatedly.
So, the two of them followed the ambulance and sent Isabella to the sanatorium.
Since this was a premium facility and she was a relative of the Vinton VIPs, the sanatorium naturally admitted her.
It wasn't until half an hour later that the two uncles received word of Isabella's fainting spell and transfer.
They didn't show a single ounce of emotional reaction.
Silas only asked, "How are my parents handling it?"
The sanatorium staff replied, "Mrs. Montrose only came to look at her for less than two minutes before returning to her suite. Her mood doesn't seem to be affected." "Good." As long as it didn't upset Kiera, Silas couldn't care less.
When Isabella finally woke up, it was noon the next day.
She opened her eyes, feeling slightly disoriented.
It took her a minute or two to process her surroundings.
She realized she was lying in a standard hospital room in the sanatorium, hooked up to an IV.
Staring at the stark white ceiling, wild joy bloomed in her chest.
Grandma was soft-hearted after all!
Bringing her to this sanatorium proved that her Penance Play had worked!
Isabella looked down at the needle in her hand, and a new thought sparked in her eyes.
Wasn't this the perfect moment to take her Penance Play to the absolute extreme?
She needed her grandparents to see how weak, tragic, and pitiful she looked right
now...
As long as she could squeeze just a drop of sympathy out of them, she could stay with the Vinton family!
She had to push herself even harder; she had to force them to welcome her back! Gritting her teeth, Isabella violently yanked the IV needle out of her hand.
Blood immediately welled up, dripping down her fingers.
She ignored it.
She didn't even put on shoes.
She stumbled barefoot down the hallway, desperately making her way toward the
VIP suite on the top floor.
When she pushed open the door, tears were already streaming down
her face before she every
spoke Grandpa Grandma. Im so sorry, made you worry again..."
Her eyes were hazy with tears.
Inside the suite.
Kiera was sitting beside Holden, helping him drink water.
At the sound of the door, both turned their heads.
ес
Isabella stood trembling in the doorway, her hair a mess, barefoot, and looking horrifyingly pale and fragile as if a slight breeze woul
knock her over.
It was a pitiful sight.
However, neither Holden nor Kiera showed a sliver of the heartache Isabella was expecting.
Their gazes were indifferent, their expressions entirely unmoved.
"You're awake?"
Kiera set down the water glass.
"Since you're awake, let the doctors examine you. If nothing is seriously wrong, go back to the Villa Stop
running around."
Isabella's pupils shrank in shock.
She never imagined her grandmother would be this cold.
In the past, if she so much as coughed, Kiera would look sick with worry.
But now...
She looked like a complete wreck.
And Kiera was completely unfazed?
Isabella's eyes instantly reddened, tears pooling. "Grandma... I know I was wrong. I
just wanted to stay and take care of you..."