••• Isabella’s POV •••
I wanted to move, but I felt so weak; I was only able to let out a quiet moan and felt my body shaking slightly.
Luckily, I was able to open my eyes. Slowly. And when I did, three identical faces came into view.
“Bella.”
“Baby."
“Isabella.”
The triplets all called me, and my heart ached seeing how worried they looked and sounded. Even Adrien, who was usually cold towards me, now looked at me with unconcealed concern.
I wanted to reach out to them, to stroke their faces, but I couldn’t lift my arm, so I tried to smile instead.
“How are you feeling, Bella?” Darien asked and checked my pulse.
“I’m fine,” I tried to reassure them, but even my voice sounded very weak; it was barely above a whisper, and I hated it.
Suddenly, I remembered what had happened, and I
