Chapter 91

ISABELLA POV

It was morning, and I felt the warmth of the blanket around me.

Slowly, I turned my head to the side where Michael was lying next to me, his chest rising and falling with each peaceful breath.

His face relaxed in sleep.

I let out a small smile as I watched him, a tenderness blossoming in my chest.

The past few months had been literally a whirlwind.

My illness had shaken everything—my body, my mind, and my confidence in the future.

It was the first time the fear of not knowing if I would ever recover fully had haunted me, but now, here I was, alive and well.

That first question had gotten answered, and being able to live again had brought a measure of relief.

But then again, there was a second question, and this question had still not been answered.

And it was:

Who had poisoned me? And why?

I let out a deep breath before turning to my side again to glance at Michael, his arm draped over the sheet, peaceful and unaware.

I shifted slightly, careful