All Chapters of Chasing the Divorced Billionaire Heiress: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

Isabella’s POVMy fingers drummed lightly on my thigh; the silence in the room was uncomfortable.Evelyn sat perched on the edge of her chair, holding the test result in her hand. Her eyes were switching between the paper and me. She hesitated; the crease on her forehead deepened as if searching for the right words. The silence was becoming unbearable."Evelyn, just tell me... What is the result saying?"I finally whispered, my voice trembling despite my best effort to keep it steady.Her lips parted, then closed again. She glanced at me, her gaze filled with a mix of uncertainty and concern. Slowly, she began to speak."Isabella, I don’t quite understand this." She trailed off, her eyes scanning the page again."According to the result, there’s... something unusual. Something foreign that seems to be affecting your antibodies."My heart skipped a beat. "Foreign?" I echoed, my voice almost inaudible. Evelyn nodded, her expression puzzled. "Yes. But we can’t determine what it i

 Isabella's POV"Isabella," Emily's voice was taut and controlled as she continued."I need you to come to the hospital immediately." My heart started pounding, each beat louder than the last.  "Why? What’s going on?" “Please, just come quickly,” she replied, her tone worryingly urgent. After that, the line went dead. I set the phone down slowly, feeling the anxiety rise within me. The quiet room suddenly felt oppressive. I felt drained.I did not like the way she sounded; I almost felt like calling her back and asking to tell me what she had discovered first before I could think of coming. But there was no need; I didn't have much of a choice.I stood up too quickly, the chair scraping against the floor.  My hands darted over my desk, searching for..

ISABELLA'S POVI couldn’t keep my eyes off Lilian, studying every line of her face for a clue, a hint of what she was about to say. Her lips were pressed tightly together, and her eyes darted back and forth as if she were second-guessing the decision.My patience was wearing thin; the silence stretched unbearably.“What is it, Lilian? What did Scarlett do?”I asked, my voice sharper than I intended. My heart thumped a little too loudly. Wondering if she was somehow in trouble, I just saw her about an hour ago, with my family, crying out loud.Lilian took a deep breath, glancing away for a moment before her gaze locked back onto mine. "I saw Scarlett... with another guy," she finally said, her words slow and careful."I saw her in the club. They were... close in a romantic way. This was just minutes after Scarlett confronted Nathan and me at the restaurant."My facial rumpled on their own accord, and my shoulders fell.The world seemed to tilt for a second. “Scarlett?” I whispered.

ISABELLA'S POV Three days after learning about the poison, I made my way to the meeting with the research team, just as I had told Evelyn. The room was modest but functional, filled with a long oval table where several researchers were seated. They were all dressed in various shades of white and blue. I could feel the weight of their gazes on me. It had been close to an hour since I came, and a lot of helpful connotations were being made. "We’ve reviewed all the data we have so far, and there are several theories on how the poisoning could have occurred.” Dr. Patel, the lead researcher in the room, was saying. "We believe it could have been administered through inhalation, perhaps in a confined space." he suggested, with his hands hanging halfway. I nodded, keeping my face neutral, though my ears were literally standing. "And what about ingestion?" I asked, raising an eyebrow. A woman with a short blonde bob and a sharp face who sat across from me chimed in.

Isabella's POV I pedaled faster, feeling the tension slowly ease from my muscles. Morning rides were becoming a new ritual I had grown fond of lately; it reminded me of the uncomplicated days of my early adulthood. Those days when I would look forward to my mother's criticism and instead of remorse I would feel pride, I smiled again. And as time progressed, I found myself thinking about how the past few days; I was mostly at home, wrapped in silence, save for these kinds of rides, and the nights were mostly spent with Lilian. We would sip wine and vent endlessly about work, about the stress and pressures that came with hospital and office hours. But then there were the things I didn’t talk about with anyone yet. Like how I had been avoiding Michael, dodging his calls and messages, even changing my route to avoid the restaurants we used to visit together. I knew he must be feeling the sudden distance between us, but I couldn't let myself dwell on his hurt. I knew I needed