Chapter 7 The medical staff arrived swiftly, stopping the bleeding and bandaging my wounds with practiced efficiency.
Benjamin was livid. "Emily, you're beyond saving!"
He waited until the doctors finished treating me before hurling those words at me and storming out.
Nathaniel poured a glass of water and held it to my lips. "Take a sip. Your lips are cracked and bleeding."
I stared at him coldly, unmoving, silent.
He sighed. "Everyone stands with Isabella—even your own brother. I heard Benjamin used to dote on you. Have you ever considered why you ended up completely alone?"
My response was flat. "I have. Three years ago, I shouldn’t have saved you. Shouldn’t have brought you home. Shouldn’t have treated you like family."
The brief relief on Nathaniel’s face hardened into icy severity.
That night, after I fell asleep, he slipped into the bathroom to take a call.
The hospital room was quiet enough that I caught fragments of the conversation.
"The men who did this—have they been dealt with?"
"Yes, Mr. Hawthorne! I apologize—I never expected them to smear that filth on Emily’s phone! They’ve been... permanently neutered."
A satisfied hum.
"Mr. Hawthorne, we investigated. Emily wasn’t lying. Isabella did provoke her first—smashed her mother’s ashes, then dared her to break her arm to see how you’d retaliate..."
A pause. Then, carefully, "You... misjudged her."
The truth had always been this easy to uncover.
So, Nathaniel—what would he do now?
His answer came, low and unshaken. "The person I love has every right to do as she pleases. As for everyone else..."
He didn’t finish.
He didn’t need to.
Everyone else—even if Isabella killed them, he’d cover for her.
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