Isabella remained seated for a long while before finally rising.

She brushed the dust from her clothes.

Her steps were hesitant as she began walking back toward the hospital.

Unbeknownst to her, a black Maybach followed at a discreet distance.

It maintained a careful gap, neither too close nor too far.

Ethan watched her intently from inside the vehicle.

His expression was tight, lips pressed into a thin line.

What was he even doing?

Ethan couldn't explain his own actions.

Isabella forced herself to maintain composure as she reentered the hospital.

There was no time for sorrow.

She needed to pull herself together.

The situation demanded her full attention.

She retrieved her phone, preparing to text Oliver.

She needed to book an international flight and arrange the handover of her studio.

Her fingers moved swiftly across the screen.

Time blurred until the hospital room door burst open.

Daniel rushed inside, urgency etched across his face. "Isabella, Sophia Mitchell is back."

Isabella looked up, startled, but quickly steadied herself.

She set her phone aside. "What did you say?"

Daniel took a deep breath. "Sophia's at the airport. She's agreed to donate her bone marrow. The hospital has already sent someone to bring her here."

Isabella's heart jolted violently.

Tears she had fought so hard to restrain finally broke free.

She covered her mouth with a trembling hand.

Quiet sobs wracked her body as overwhelming relief washed over her.

The news felt like a heavy weight lifting from her shoulders.

Hope for Liam was restored.

Daniel stood beside her, watching her cry.

Unsure how to comfort her, he simply placed a gentle hand on her shoulder.

Time seemed to stretch as Isabella's tears gradually subsided.

Then, a shadow of doubt crossed her features.

She had just met Sophia Reed at the cafe earlier that day.

Now, Sophia Mitchell abruptly returned from abroad, ready to donate?

It was all happening too fast.

Yet, Liam's well-being was the immediate priority.

Everything else would have to wait.

Another hour passed before medical staff escorted Sophia Mitchell into the hospital.

Her face was pale, her appearance worn and barely recognizable.

Upon seeing Isabella, Sophia dropped to her knees with a heavy thud.

Overwhelmed by guilt, tears streamed down her cheeks. "Miss Scott, I'm so sorry. I was terribly wrong. Please, forgive me!"

She clutched desperately at Isabella's blouse, crying so hard her voice grew strained.

Isabella's face showed a complex mix of emotions. "You…"

"Isabella, taking your money and fleeing the country was a horrible mistake. Greed blinded me. I'll return every penny. Just give me a chance to make this right!" Sophia pleaded between ragged sobs, her voice turning hoarse.

Isabella watched her, emotions in turmoil.

The sudden shift in Sophia's attitude seemed too drastic.

The idea of an overnight moral awakening was difficult to accept.

Moreover, the timing felt far too coincidental.

Was someone else pulling the strings besides Sophia Reed?