"Who did you think it was? Has someone else already been by?" Nicholas did his best to keep his tone neutral, but he could already guess the answer.
The only person whose name Isabelle might hesitate to say in front of him was William. It wasn't exactly a mystery.
His gaze flicked briefly to the white bouquet on the nightstand.
"Alright, it was William. He came by to check on me and stepped out to take a call." Isabelle gave up trying to hide it—there was no point. William would be back any minute.
"How thoughtful of him," Nicholas muttered under his breath.
"What?" Isabelle asked, not having heard him.
"Nothing." Nicholas let it drop, moving on to the real issue. "Izzy, you seem to know exactly who's behind your accident."
"Who else could it be?" Isabelle's smile was cold. "She's t
