Could Ethan truly be capable of such compassion? It felt unlikely.

Their bond had shattered, leaving only resentment in its wake. There was nothing left to expect.

Isabella held the insulated container, her mind clouded with doubt and unease.

The aroma of warm broth filled the air, yet she didn't taste it. Her grip was so tight her fingers ached.

She placed it on the nearby table and turned to Eleanor, whose face was serene in sleep.

Guilt washed over her, intensifying her already fragile state.

Her mother was gone. Her grandmother was unwell.

Isabella felt completely powerless against it all.

She thought of the Blackwood family's immense influence—overwhelming, untouchable.

What could she possibly do to oppose them?

"Grandmother…" Isabella whispered, her voice trembling as she pressed Eleanor's hand to her cheek.

"I'm sorry. I feel so useless…"

Tears fell, dampening Eleanor's thin hand.

The door opened quietly. A group of unfamiliar doctors entered.

They wore pristine white coats. None were familiar to Isabella.

An elderly specialist led them, his silver hair and gold-rimmed glasses marking his authority.

Isabella stood, surprised.

"Good evening, Miss Scott," the specialist said gently. "The hospital has assembled our team for a consultation regarding your grandmother's condition."

Startled, Isabella glanced at their identification badges.

"International Cardiology Association…"

"Mayo Clinic, Geneva…"

She caught her breath.

These were world-renowned experts.

A spark of hope flickered within her. Could it be… Ethan?

She dismissed the thought immediately.

It seemed impossible. Why would Ethan help? He'd probably prefer her grandmother gone from their lives.

"Miss Scott?" The elder doctor's kind voice interrupted her thoughts.

Isabella wiped her tears and bowed slightly.

"Oh—hello. Thank you for coming."

The specialists gathered around Eleanor's bed, beginning a thorough evaluation.

Isabella stayed close, her heart racing as she watched.

Time seemed to stretch as she awaited their conclusion.

Finally, the examination ended.

"Miss Scott," the elderly specialist said, removing his glasses carefully. His tone was calm and reassuring.

"Your grandmother's condition is currently stable. She requires continued observation and treatment, but we've developed a comprehensive plan. With proper care, her prognosis is positive."