All Chapters of His Betrayal, His Regret: Chapter 311 - Chapter 320

Isabel’s POVI couldn’t hold back the shiver that ran through my body at my father’s words. “Killing?” I asked. The word echoed in my mind, a cold, heavy weight pressing down on me. I glanced at Emerson, and I could see the shock mirrored in his expression. His lips parted as if he, too, couldn’t fully grasp the magnitude of what my father had just shared. It felt like the ground beneath us was crumbling.My father, weak and fragile, looked at us with eyes that had seen too much. “Yes, someone had accessed me, or I should say, I was kidnapped to meet him,” Mr. White said, his voice hoarse but resolute. “I don’t know who they were. They threatened me to hand over my pharmaceutical company within one month.”The words came out slowly, but they hit me like a tidal wave. My mind struggled to process them, to understand the depth of the danger that had been lurking around us all along. “I refused, of course,” Mr. White continued, a glimmer of pride in his eyes despite his weakened state.

Isabel’s POVAs soon as the call ended, my mind was racing. Emerson hadn’t been himself all day, and now, hearing Robert mention Sebastian's name again, I couldn’t ignore it anymore. My thoughts swirled, and the questions I had tried to push down resurfaced, demanding answers. My eyes flicked over to Emerson, his grip tight on the steering wheel, his jaw set in that familiar, unreadable way that always made me uneasy.I couldn’t let it go any longer. “Emerson,” I said, my voice softer than I meant it to be. "What happened between you and Sebastian? You've been acting strange all day."He exhaled sharply, a deep, heavy breath, as if he had been holding it for too long. For a moment, he didn’t answer. Finally, his gaze met mine. His eyes were filled with sorrow, regret, and something else I couldn’t place—something darker, more complicated.He parked the car by the roadside and then turned to face me, his eyes never leaving mine. “Sebastian had a condition. He had the antidote you need

Emerson’s POVI watched as Isabel stood frozen. Her golden hair whipped wildly in the wind, framing her face with a sort of elegance that made her seem like an angel caught in the midst of a storm. Her eyes were wide, filled with a mixture of confusion, fear and helplessness. She was struggling, her heart torn between two impossible choices: stay with me or run for her life.I knew what I had to do. I had to let her go. Even though every instinct in me screamed to keep her here. To pull her close, to shield her from whatever danger loomed just around the corner.But I couldn’t. The danger loomed under my very own hand."That’s enough, Isa," I said, my voice cracking despite my best efforts to keep it steady. "I always imagined that maybe I still occupy a small space in your heart. Please go. Liam needs you." My words tasted bitter on my tongue, as if they had been laced with a thousand unspoken regrets.Her gaze flickered, confusion giving way to realization. She hesitated for only a

Isabel’s POV“Thanks, Sebastian… for everything,” Emerson said quietly, his voice unusually humble. He ended the call and stared at his phone, his brow furrowed.His pensive silence unnerved me. “What is it?” I asked, though I wasn’t sure I wanted to know the answer.“How did Woods get through to my phone?” Emerson muttered. He tapped the screen as if searching for an answer. “It’s highly secured.”A chill swept through me. If Victor—or whoever was behind the masked man—had the means to bypass Emerson’s sophisticated security, then we weren’t just dealing with petty criminals. This was something bigger. Something darker.I crossed my arms, trying to mask the unease settling in my stomach. “Maybe they’re watching us more closely than we think.”He glanced up at me, his expression hardening. “That’s what worries me.”We didn’t speak much on the drive back to the hospital. My mind churned with questions, fears, and the nagging sense that our luck was running out. Could we evade this shad

Isabel’s POVRobert led me through the quiet hallways to the doctor's office. My heart was steady, though I could hear the rapid rhythm of his footsteps beside me. The clinical smell of disinfectant grew stronger as we approached. When a nurse opened the door and greeted us, the room felt colder, as if the air itself knew the risk I was walking into.Before I could step inside, Emerson’s voice echoed down the corridor. "Wait! Isabel!"I turned to see him sprinting toward us, his face pale and his eyes frantic. He came to a halt, slightly out of breath, and grabbed my arm gently. "I need to be here. I’m not letting you do this alone," he said, his voice firm but laced with vulnerability.I studied him for a moment. His determination softened the sharp edges of my own stubbornness. "Fine," I murmured, turning back to the room.The doctor was waiting, seated behind a steel tray filled with syringes and vials. The antidote rested in a small glass tube, glinting under the harsh fluorescen