Chapter 16 – A Grim Realization
Isabel’s POV
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Emerson’s texts were relentless. He kept on warning me to
reconsider the consequences of my actions. But I stood firm. I knew what I wanted. I deserved better than a man who didn’t want me
“with all his heart.
I wasn’t going to let his threats sway me. Maybe he was worried about his family’s reputation or didn’t want Lilith to suffer from. public scrutiny. But eventually, he realized I wouldn’t change my. mind. He agreed to the divorce.
We finalized it the same day. As I signed the papers, a heavy sigh of relief escaped me. Our marriage was over.
As I left the courthouse, Emerson’s scornful voice called out after me: “You are as shameless as your father. You never deserved to be loved!”
His harsh words stung. I turned back to him, shocked. “What are you talking about, Emerson? What happened between you and my father?” I demanded. “It’s time to tell me the truth, right now.”
Emerson’s eyes flashed with anger. “Ask him what the hell he did to Lilith!” With that, he stormed off. He left me standing on the street, bewildered and alone.
A sharp pain shot through my head. But my pride wouldn’t let me call out for Emerson’s help. I hailed a taxi and made my way to the hospital alone.
The physical examination was quick. But the doctor’s words were at slow dagger to my heart.
“Your illness is getting worse,” he said solemnly. His eyes expressed his compassion.
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“How long do I have?” I asked, my voice barely a whisper. Tears welled up in my eyes.
“No more than nine months,” he replied. “I’m so sorry, Miss White.”
Despair washed over me. I had faced family upheaval, my husband’s betrayal, and the loss of my baby. Now, I was losing my battle with
- life itself.
But I couldn’t give up. My father needed me. His life depended on me. And so did his honor. I had to prove his innocence. I knew with every bone in my body that my father is a good man. Nothing Emerson says could make me believe otherwise.
Suddenly, someone knocked on the door to the doctor’s office. It was Robert.
“Hello, Isabel, Doctor. Forgive my intrusion. I was here for work and noticed Isabel walk in. I care about my oldest friend. If you don’t mind, I’d like to hear what the doctor has to say,” he explained.
I was grateful to see his familiar friendly face. With his curly hair, freckled face and shy smile, his presence was endearing. “Sure, Robert, come in,” I replied.
The doctor explained again what he told me before, using more. difficult medical terms that I couldn’t understand. I stared blankly. out of the window overlooking Rivermont’s central park. The budding spring flowers outside contrasted the darkness in my mind.
Why did life give me so much pain? Why me? I had always been a helpful, kind, considerate person to everyone I met. Did I really deserve this?
“Is there any way to save her?” Robert’s voice broke through my thoughts. His concern was evident in his eyes.
“If she undergoes the operation, it might extend her life. But the
procedure is risky and not fully developed,” the doctor explained.
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“Thank you, doctor. I’ll consider it,” I said, trying to keep my voice steady.
As we walked out of the doctor’s office, Robert turned to me..
“Isabel, you asked about the survival rate last time. You should know
…. I’ve consulted many reputable doctors. They all said it’s 50%.
Please, think it over carefully,” Robert urged.
“Fifty percent is enough. It’s a one–in–two chance,” I replied, my determination hardening. “Please help me arrange the chemotherapy first.”
Robert nodded, his eyes filled with concern and support. “Alright, I’ll make the arrangements.”
As I left the hospital, my resolve grew stronger. I might be facing the fight of my life, but I wasn’t going to give up. Not now.
