The doctors insisted Isaac couldn’t be discharged just yet. Even though he was awake, they explained that his body had suffered significant trauma, and they needed to monitor him for a few more days. Vera looked disappointed. Isabel simply nodded, her jaw clenched.
When they stepped out of his room, Isabel didn’t waste a second. She shoved Vera hard, her voice trembling with rage. "What the hell do you think you're doing?"
Vera barely stumbled. She rolled her eyes slowly, like Isabel was an annoyance she had to tolerate. "I don't know. What do you think I'm doing?" she said calmly, her tone dripping with mockery.
"You were acting like his wife in there. He doesn't remember anything, and you're using that. You know what you’re doing."
Vera smirked. "Please. You saw how he was last night
