Fated Marriage Spoiled by My Ice Billionaire novel Chapter 164

"Try to hang on a little longer. The hospital's just ahead," Isabelle said, unsure how else to comfort her. Seeing the blood still seeping through the bandage made her own hands tremble.

"Thank you," Celeste whispered, then closed her eyes. A faint, almost defiant smile touched her lips—whether for show or out of sheer willpower.

The two in the front seat didn't see it.

The entrance to the underground parking was blocked, so Damian pulled up right by the hospital's main doors.

As he got out, he said, "Belie, find a place to park. I'll take her to the ER. Meet me there after you've parked."

"Okay," Isabelle replied, unbuckling her seatbelt. She glanced back at Celeste.

She was biting her lip, tears glistening at the corners of her eyes—a picture of fragile beauty that tugged at the heart.

Of course, it hurts. I'd be crying, too.

Isabelle frowned slightly. She watched as Damian carefully gathered Celeste into his arms. Celeste's hands naturally went around his neck, and she rested her head against his shoulder.

For some reason, her heart skipped a beat. Though it was just an injured person and a kind soul, she still felt a bit uneasy inside.

The thought was fleeting. She slid into the driver's seat and pulled away to look for parking.

The radio was reporting on a multi-car pileup that day—Christmas Day. Aldoria Hospital was packed, let alone its parking lot.

The place was completely gridlocked.

Isabelle skipped the underground parking altogether and found a spot on the street outside. Grabbing Damian's forgotten phone from the car, she hurried toward the ER.

On the way, she answered several calls from Regina. Apparently, they already knew.

They were stuck on the highway on their own outing, unable to move forward or back. Too far away to help, they could only ask Isabelle and Damian to handle things.

At that moment, Isabelle didn't think much of it. Even if it were a stranger, she would help them.

Rushing into the Emergency area, she moved too fast and collided with a solid frame, stumbling back dizzily. She pressed a hand to her forehead and looked up.

"Collin?" she panted, recognizing Collin's sharp features. A smile broke through.

He wore a long wool coat and a grey scarf—clean-cut and put together.

"So eager?" he said with a crooked grin, his thumb stroking his scarf.

Isabelle started to speak, but Collin cut in, "He's not in the ER. I saw him carrying her toward the inpatient wing."

Aldoria Hospital was, after all, Damian's family's territory. With the ER swamped, he'd clearly taken the expedited route.

"Thanks," Isabelle said, turning to leave, but he pulled her back gently.

"Belie," Collin said, his tone dropping. "Celeste is not a good person." Then he let go and walked away.

Isabelle stared after him, turning the words over in her mind.

He knows Celeste, too?

"Not a good person"?

But would anyone really hurt themselves over a married man?

Where is Isabelle? What's taking her so long?

If she doesn't get back soon...

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