Isabella’s POV.
Isam came a few minutes later, his steps slow with relaxed shoulders as he entered into the hospital hallway with a neutral forehead, his lips pouted out and a candy wrapper wiggling in his hand.
“I'm searching for a certain Mekka. She was brought in her by her friend Isabella, I'm her husband.”
He said with a slur. “Which room is she?”
The nurse stared at him with a hesitant smile. Esam on his best days looked like a model, an over six foot muscular with attractive features looking model.
On his worse days, he still looked attractive but with a bit of nonchalance.
But on the day his wife had been taken into the emergency room because she was poisoned, he looked homeless and it wasn't because of her.
“Room 46.” The nurse pointed in the direction of the room.
“Thanks
