Chapter 50

Isabella’s POV

It was closing hours. I sighed, fiddling with my handbag as I stepped out of the hospital.

The cool evening air was a welcome relief after the many stifling hours spent back there.

I could still feel the weight of the day’s work on my shoulders—the straight row of surgeries, the tough decisions, the constant pressure.

A few of the night staff bowed at me as I walked by, their tired smiles a mirror of my own exhaustion.

At the parking lot, I reached into my bag for my car keys, but then I froze, my heart skipping a beat, when I caught sight of another car next to mine.

My surprise wasn’t about the brand of the car; rather, it was the familiarity of it.

Its color, to its sleekness, its license plate partially obscured by a small scratch on the bumper that I have seen countless times before.

I stopped abruptly, staring speechlessly.

My eyes scanned the vehicle, and just as I began to wonder if he was really here, the window rolled down slowly, and his face appeared, a p