All Chapters of His Betrayal, His Regret: Chapter 231 - Chapter 240

Isabel’s POVThe room was filled with an oppressive atmosphere, each second a battle between my fear and determination. My hands trembled ever so slightly as I stood protectively near Liam’s bed.My eyes were locked onto Lilith’s unyielding gaze. She stood there, a vision of icy calculation. Her eyes were gleaming with that cold, ruthless confidence that sent chills down my spine.She didn’t answer my question. Not a word. She just stood there, a specter of calculated coldness staring into my eyes. Her silence was unsettling, more menacing than any answer she could have given. My heart pounded against my ribs as a knot of unease coiled in my stomach. Why was she here? What was she really doing?Earlier, when Liam’s life had been hanging by a thread, she hadn’t appeared. So why now? It made no sense. My instincts told me something was off. Something wasn’t adding up.“Why now, Lilith?” I finally managed to ask, my voice trembling but not wavering. “Why are you only coming here after L

Isabel’s POVThe moment the attack began, the air in the room thickened with panic. "Who?!" Lilith shrieked, her voice slicing through the tense silence. Her eyes darted wildly, trying to pinpoint the source of the sudden chaos. One by one, her men crumpled to the ground, felled by unseen darts. The hiss of air from an anesthesia gun was faint but deliberate, heightening the terror in the room.Then the lights flickered and went out completely. The hum of electricity vanished, plunging the entire ward into suffocating darkness. Only the faint silver light of the moon spilled through the window, casting long, ghostly shadows that danced on the walls."Stay close!" Lilith barked at her remaining men. They huddled around her protectively, their own fear palpable in the dim light. She clutched Liam tightly at first. But the infant’s cries grew louder, jarring her nerves."Shut him up!" she snarled, her hands trembling. When Liam’s cries didn’t subside, she muttered a curse. She set him

Isabel’s POVI stared out the window, my heart racing as I clutched the cryptic note. The strange words felt like they were burning into my hand. Who could have dropped it here so stealthily?The silence outside was oppressive, broken only by the occasional rustle of leaves in the breeze. Whoever had left the message was gone. Their presence was erased like footprints swept away by the tide. I scanned the moonlit grounds for any sign of movement, but there was nothing. Just shadows stretching long and silent under the pale glow.Was it the same person who had saved me earlier? If so, why hadn’t they shown themselves? And why the secrecy?“Isa, what are you doing?”I jumped, nearly dropping the note. Emerson stood in the doorway. His expression was a mix of concern and confusion. His sudden appearance felt like a bucket of cold water poured over my nerves.“I—nothing.” I quickly folded the note and tucked it into my pocket, hoping he hadn’t seen it. My heart pounded, but I forced mysel

Emerson’s POVThe words hung in the air, sharp and unrelenting. Isabel’s condition had been painful to hear, but I knew it was the last chance I had to keep her close. For now.The weight of her ultimatum pressed on my chest like an iron chain. Reluctant as I was, I nodded.“If that’s what you want, I’ll honor it.”Her eyes widened slightly, surprise flickering across her face. I could tell she hadn’t expected me to agree so readily. But she didn’t know the war raging inside me. This wasn’t compliance born of submission—it was strategy. A makeshift solution to buy time and perhaps save what little hope remained.In my heart, though, I knew the stakes. Alistair Montrose was a man with no boundaries, no conscience. The combination of his power with that of General Woods loomed large, stretching far beyond anything most could fathom. And I had dared to challenge Alistair in ways I couldn’t take back. Confronting him directly could very well seal my fate.But that was a risk I had alread

Isabel’s POVReturning to Emerson’s villa with my son should have brought me a semblance of peace. But tonight, unease clung to me like a heavy shadow. Even with Liam’s warm weight cradled in my arms, the bad feeling wouldn’t fade. I tried to focus on his soft breaths, his tiny fingers clutching at my sleeve. But the knot in my chest only tightened.“You look exhausted,” Caleb said, his voice gentle but firm as he stood by the doorway. “You’ve been pushing yourself too hard. Why don’t you get some rest? I’ll keep an eye on Liam.”I forced a small smile, appreciating his concern but unable to shake the growing sense of dread. “I’ll be fine. I just need a moment.”Before Caleb could argue further, the sound of a car pulling up outside caught both our attention. A moment later, the doorbell echoed through the house. Caleb frowned, glancing at the clock. “Who could that be at this hour?”I followed him to the door, my unease deepening as it swung open to reveal a familiar figure: Emerson