All Chapters of Marrying My Ex-Fiancé's Cousin: Chapter 221 - Chapter 230

Isolde felt as though she had fallen into an ice cellar. The phone slipped from her trembling hand, and she did not even notice it hit the ground.A sharp jolt shot through her. She sprang to her feet and rushed out of the tent without a second thought.Icy rain drenched her in seconds, but the biting cold was nothing compared to the terror tearing through her chest.She stumbled to the car, wrenched the door open, and dropped into the driver's seat, her hand already reaching for the ignition.A large, well-defined hand came down hard on the steering wheel.Bruce stood by the open door. His expensive shirt was soaked through, the fabric plastered against his toned chest.Rain streamed down his sharply contoured face. His brows were drawn tight. "What happened?"Isolde looked up. Rain and tears mingled on her face, impossible to tell apart. Her voice shook uncontrollably. "My mom… My mom isn't going to make it. I have to go back. Right now."She tried to pry his hand away, but h

Those words pierced the vast darkness that had engulfed Isolde's world, like the first faint ray of dawn.She reached back and gripped Bruce's arm with desperate strength, as if she were drowning and he was the only piece of driftwood within reach. "Bruce, you have to get someone to save my mom… You have to…""I will." He nodded solemnly.He gently transferred the weakened Isolde into Daniel's arms and said in a low, steady voice, "Sir, take care of her. Wait for my call."Without another word, he turned and strode down the corridor. As he walked, he pulled out his phone and began issuing orders in a cold, decisive tone.Isolde leaned against Daniel's chest, her body trembling uncontrollably."Dad, you have to trust him. He's powerful. He can do anything. Mom will be fine. She will… She will…" she murmured, trying to reassure both him and herself.Daniel only looked down at her with dim, unfocused eyes. His lips parted several times, but no words came.Isolde caught the strange

Isolde looked up as Alan walked in. Her pupils contracted, and her fingers tightened around the coffee cup until her knuckles blanched."It's you?" She forced the words through clenched teeth, her voice edged with frost.Alan slid into the booth across from her with easy grace. His gaze lingered on her face, almost hungry, though his tone remained soft. "Isolde, long time no see. I've missed you."He wore a well-tailored suit, his hair styled with care. He looked every inch the noble young heir he once had been.However, Isolde cared about only one thing. She leaned forward, unable to contain the anger in her voice. "My mom's illness is connected to you, isn't it? Alan, what did you do to her?"If anyone else were involved, perhaps it would be some reclusive miracle doctor. But if it was Alan, then he must have resorted to something vile and underhanded.Alan smiled bitterly. "Isolde, why do you always assume the worst of me? You only need to know that I can save your mother. Isn

Twenty minutes later, the doctor returned with Daniel.He performed a routine check of Moira's vital signs. Partway through, he paused and let out a soft sound of surprise."What's wrong?" Isolde asked at once, her voice tight with nerves.The doctor stared at the monitors, disbelief in his eyes. "This is strange. The patient's vital signs are far more stable than before. At this rate, she can hold on for at least another two or three days."A faint glimmer of hope flickered across Daniel's grief-stricken face. He seized Isolde's hand, his voice trembling with emotion. "It must be because you're here. She felt you. She can't bear to leave us. She's fighting to stay alive."Only Isolde knew why the numbers had steadied.She tightened her grip on the now-empty antidote vial in her pocket. The struggle and pain in her eyes gave way to quiet resolve.She leaned close to Moira's ear and spoke so softly that only the two of them could hear. "Mom, you'll be fine. Trust me."Then she s

Spencer's eyes blazed with fury as his fingers curled into a fist, ready to strike Isolde. "You actually dared bring that to him? Do you have a death wish?"He did not care whether she was a man or a woman. Anyone who tried to harm Bruce deserved to die."Spencer." Bruce's voice was not loud, yet it carried unquestionable authority. A single look from him stopped Spencer mid-motion.Spencer ground his teeth and stepped back half a pace, but his gaze remained fixed on Isolde, sharp as a blade.Only then did Bruce shift his attention to her and the steaming cup of milk in her hand.He showed no anger and asked no questions. In an even, measured tone, he said, "Isolde, are you sure you want me to drink this?"Bruce's words, coupled with Spencer's reaction, sent Isolde's heart lurching into her throat.Did they know something had been added to the milk?That was impossible. If Bruce truly knew it had been tampered with, he would have made her pay in blood on the spot. He would not