Chapter 75 - Isabelle's Story

"Your grandfather's condition is serious… I am afraid that he won't be able to make it," His father said in a tight voice. 

Nico could feel how devastating this sudden news was for his father. A few years ago, Geoffrey Scuderi had lost his mother in an accident, and now seeing his father on the death bed was just as devastating. 

Imagine, living a life without the hand of your parents on your head. 

"And Isabelle?" Nico asked a while later. He remembered that Isabelle was still treated by the doctors. 

"She is severely injured but she will be fine," His father replied in a curt voice. 

Nico was not stunned seeing his father's attitude towards Isabella. Just a while after Geoffrey's mom's demise, Albert Scuderi had married Isabelle, a woman who was even younger than his grandchildren. 

What child would tolerate a woman half his age as his stepmother? 

Moreover, Isabelle's mischievous attitude towards Sierra( Nico's mom) was the reason why his father didn't have a good impression of her. 

It wasn't hidden to anyone that Isabelle would always create one or another drama in every party or gathering to put Sierra in a tight spot. Hell, she would openly scheme against Sierra just to add 'fun' to their boring party. 

For every socialite in NYC, Isabelle was a nightmare. 

"Papa, even if you dislike Isabelle, it's not the right place to show it," Nicolas spoke to his father in a helpless tone. He was really tired and wanted a good rest but problems like this wouldn't let him sleep even a wink. "As long as she is alive, she will always be your stepmother. You can't change this fact " 

Hearing this, Geoffrey was flustered. He reached out his hand and placed it onto Nico's shoulder to express his helplessness. "She is trouble, Nico. I told her to postpone the check-up but she didn't listen to anyone." 

Both father-son duo could do nothing but stand in the waiting room to wait for the doctor to come out and inform them regarding the patient's conditions. 

Later, her mother and sister also appeared carrying anxious expressions. 

How could they not be there when such calamity had befallen their family? 

Ginevra nodded at his father and mother before hugging her brother. In the whole family, she was only close to Nico and... perhaps a little bit to Isabelle too. 

"How are they?" Ginerva asked her brother. 

Nico gave her a tight smile and she understood what it meant.

Ginevra was surely Albert's granddaughter but she knew better than anyone as to how cruel the man was. If she hadn't seen her grandmother crying to sleep every night, she wouldn't have seen his real face behind the facade of a gentle husband and loving father. 

Even if he died today, she wouldn't feel a pang of pain. Instead, she would feel that it was such an easy death for a man like him. 

Not just her grandfather but she didn't feel anything for anyone except for her brother. He was not a good man and she knew it. Still, he was a lot better. 

She liked Isabelle despite the well-known fact that she had seduced such an old man and took the place of his precious grandmother. At least, she wasn't as fake as her mother and father for whom she had always been a bargaining chip. 

They didn't stop from throwing her into Salvotre's arms just a day after Lucien's death. 

Drinking the rage like always, she leaned against the wall and waited for doctors to come and inform them about the patient's conditions. 

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The next day when Isabelle woke up from her accident. She started behaving crazily. The whole team of doctors and nurses had gathered to calm her but the young woman was hysterical to anyone who would approach her. 

"Where is he?" Isabelle sobbed. Her hair was messed up. Tears were streaming down her face. Her legs were fractured along with one of her arms. Her head was covered in a bandage and a bit of her face too.

Truth be told, she looked awful yet pitiful. 

The usual Isabelle would have broken the mirror for showing such an image to her. She was so particular about her looks just like most women around her age. But today, she was the wife whose husband was on death bed. She neither cared about her looks nor about her health. At this condition, she wasn't allowed to move but Isabelle wasn't ready to listen to anyone. 

Her crestfallen looks were making people look at her in pity which was in return was raging Isabelle. 

"Tell me where my husband is?" She shouted in a hoarse voice. The nurses and doctors had a hard time controlling her. "If something happens to my Albert, I will kill all of you. I will set the hospital on fire. " 

The doctors slowly distanced themselves and let the nurse call her family members as her frantic behavior was increasing with each passing second. 

She was sometimes crying and then suddenly she would start shouting at the hospital staff in anger. Her voice had gone hoarse and faint from all the shouting and crying. 

But what could the nurses do when she was just a wife who was losing her husband? 

Truly, love screws you over. 

And it was Isabelle's story too. 

Poor girl!

All they knew was that she was a young girl from a poor background who seduced the old widower and married him for his wealth. But no one saw that the young girl had broken stereotypes. Who said a young woman couldn't love an older man? 

Look at her. She was the living example of such true love. 

Every female nurse was looking at her with apparent pity. And every male in the room was secretly getting jealous of the old man. Only if they had someone to love them as much as this young lady does to her husband.

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