“Isabella,” he murmured, reaching for my hand. “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have let you go ahead alone. Are you hurt?”
Something inside me fractured quietly, yet I kept my expression calm.
“We still have the investment signing tomorrow,” he continued carefully. “You’ll be able to attend, won’t you? It’s important.”
“It may need to be postponed,” I replied softly.
“That’s difficult,” he said quickly. “If you’re not well enough, I can sign for you. Just authorize me temporarily.”
“And why should I?” I asked evenly.
He blinked, surprised. “Because I’m your husband. Everything’s going to be shared ownership anyway.”
I forced a faint smile. “I’d like to rest first.”
He leaned down and kissed my forehead. “Of course. Don’t worry. I’ll take care of everything.”
Once he left and the door closed, my composure cracked. My fingers trembled as I grabbed my phone.
I dialed Logan’s number.
When he answered, my voice was quiet but steady.
“Logan… tell me everything you’ve found about Sebastian.”
Logan didn’t speak when he stepped into my hospital room. His face looked drained of color, his expression tight, like he was carrying something too heavy to say out loud.