"What's happening?" Sophia asked, stepping forward.

"Miss Reed, Miss Scott has asked for a doctor," the butler replied. Sophia's gaze shifted to the room behind him, where she saw Ethan lying on the bed.

"Why is Ethan in Isabella's room?" she whispered to herself.

A sudden realization hit her, making her fists clench. She rushed back to her room, her heart pounding.

"Did they discover my plan?" Sophia wondered, her face turning pale as she gripped her dress.

The butler, looking confused, entered Room 319 and paused by the door. He watched as the doctor gave Ethan a sedative. Amid the chaos, Isabella was desperately trying to help him.

"Miss Scott, please take a break. I can look after Mr. Blackwood," the butler offered.

Isabella quickly shook her head.

"I need to do this myself," she insisted, her eyes fixed on Ethan without realizing it.

Seeing her determination, the butler stepped back without arguing.

The doctor finished his examination and confirmed everything was fine.

"Miss Scott, Mr. Blackwood has only been drugged. He will recover after some rest."

Relief washed over Isabella, and she collapsed exhaustedly onto the edge of the bed.

"Thank you, doctor," she murmured softly.

After the doctor left, the butler went to inform Olivia of the incident.

"Drugged?" Olivia set her glass of red wine aside, a knowing smile curling her lips. "Such a crude method. It's surprising Ethan would get involved with a woman like that."

After a brief pause, she commanded, "Bring me the servant who served Mr. Blackwood his drink."

The butler nodded and quickly left to carry out her orders.

As Olivia idly played with her wine glass, her gaze drifted, lost in thought.

Outside, the rain continued to pour heavily, yet the room's warmth created a cozy atmosphere.

Isabella remained seated at the edge of the bed, gently arranging the blankets around Ethan. He lay there, deeply asleep, his features relaxed under the soft light. He looked peaceful, less intimidating, and unexpectedly gentle.

Isabella let out a soft sigh before rising and moving to the desk. She opened her laptop, its screen casting a pale light that highlighted the weariness in her eyes.

Forcing herself to focus, she resolved to continue working. There was still a task that needed completion. She had already finished the initial design draft; the next steps were digitizing it, applying color, and refining the details.

Her fingers glided over the drawing tablet, lines flowing smoothly under her touch. Despite her concentration, her thoughts frequently drifted to the man resting on the bed. The man who had once held her close, yet now felt so distant. The whirlwind of emotions inside her was intense and beyond words.

She shook her head, trying to clear away the distracting thoughts. She needed sharp focus. She needed peace of mind. As time passed, the darkness outside gradually gave way to the first light of dawn.