Isla POV
I lay on the hospital bed, exhausted from the day.
The secretary sat beside me, finishing up a call. I still didn't know his name.
My head was bandaged. My ribs were wrapped. Thankfully it wasn't as bad as it could have been.
I shifted slightly and immediately regretted it — a sharp pain reminded me exactly where the cracks were. I let out a slow breath and waited for it to pass.
Vivienne hired those men to hurt me.
Not kill me. That much was obvious. If they had wanted me dead, I would have died in that corridor. This was a warning. She was getting desperate and reckless.
And reckless meant mistakes.
If this was properly investigated, she could be caught.
I touched the bandage on my head and felt a quiet anger settle in my chest. Even hurt like this, I was still going to
