After I Stopped Loving Him (Isabella and Ethan) novel Chapter 993

Harold’s voice was low but steady as he tried to comfort Stephanie over the phone.

“Stephanie, let’s talk when I get there. I’m coming with Isabella now.”

“Okay. We’re all at the Adams Estate,” Stephanie replied, her voice barely more than a whisper.

The Adams Estate was the only one with its own helipad, so everyone had gathered there, waiting for news and trying not to think the worst.

Just over an hour later, the family’s private jet was on its way, racing toward the city where Ethan’s accident had happened. Stephanie went along with Ethan’s parents, his uncle and aunt, Jeremy, and Frank. Only two of the younger brothers stayed behind to keep the company running—it had never felt emptier.

While they flew on toward uncertainty, the Adams family started their own investigation. Someone had clearly wanted Ethan dead. Who could possibly hate him so much? Ethan could handle himself in a fight, so most people wouldn’t dare come at him directly. But a car accident… that was a different story. It would have taken planning, and judging by how things had turned out, the people behind it knew exactly what they were doing. There had even been a team for the job.

Who would go that far? What kind of grudge could drive someone to do this?

Isabella sat beside Stephanie, quietly offering what comfort she could. Stephanie clung to Isabella’s hand, her fingers icy.

“Ethan’s going to be okay,” Isabella whispered.

She tried to sound certain, even though the memories from her previous life wouldn’t let her rest. Back then, she’d died first and Ethan had kept going. Even if her second chance had changed a lot of things, surely Ethan wouldn’t suddenly meet an early end. Still, if he really was in trouble, Isabella told herself she’d be there for his final moments. After all, in her last life, he’d arranged her burial—this time, she’d do the same for him if she had to.

“Isabella, thank you for coming with us to see him. If—” Stephanie began, voice cracking.

Isabella felt the quiver in Stephanie’s hands, and worry twisted deep inside her. She could tell—the Adams family probably knew more than she did, and if they were this scared, things had to be worse than anyone wanted to admit.

Who would actually want Ethan dead? How many enemies had he really made?

All Isabella knew was that Ethan’s biggest rival was Douglas, but their battles stayed in the business realm. Douglas was ruthless in the boardroom, but he wasn’t out for blood—not like this. Besides, Douglas wouldn’t bother to target Ethan in another city.

If not Douglas, then who?

Someone had clearly waited for the perfect opportunity. Ethan was on a business trip, and he’d brought fewer bodyguards than usual. They went after him then, staging a deadly accident. Two big trucks coming from both sides could take anyone out. In the end, it hadn’t been a clean hit, but the driver’s sudden turn sent them smashing into a guardrail, then spinning across the road and flipping over. The impact alone was devastating. Even thinking about it made Isabella’s chest tighten with fear.