Chapter 550
As Isabella spoke, she tried to force herself to stand.
But she collapsed weakly back onto the sofa, closing her eyes and looking miserable.
Catherine quickly reached out to support her. Glancing at the IV drip still in place, she sighed. “Let’s at least finish the IV. Then we’ll have the doctor assess the situation before you move to the villa. A few hours won’t make a difference p>
Isabella sank back into the sofa, her long hair hiding the fury blazing in her eyes.
She was this weak, running such a high fever, and her mother still didn’t feel sorry for her?
She was still telling her to leave as soon as the IV was done?
Wasn’t her mom supposed to be the most soft-hearted?
Or was it that p>
Her mom’s heart now had room only for Serena!
Her life and death didn’t matter as much as Serena!
Isabella trembled with anger, her face growing even redder.
Luckily… luckily she hadn’t placed her hopes on her mother from the start.
She still had an ace up her sleeve.
Just then, the living room’s video phone suddenly rang.
Alfred went to check it and quickly announced, “Ma’am, it’s your parents p>
“Mom? Dad?” Catherine’s expression changed slightly. “Is it about Dad’s… Answer it, quickly p>
Alfred answered the call.
The video screen lit up, showing two kindly-looking elderly people. The background was a beautiful nursing facility, and everyone in sight was fair-haired and blue-eyed.
“Dad, Mom, is the surgery being scheduled?” Catherine asked with immediate concern upon seeing them on the screen.
“Yes, it’s about time,” her father, Holden Vinton, said with a slight cough, his eyes searching for someone. “Where’s Isabella? I heard she’s sick. Let me see the child p>
“Grandpa… Grandma p>
Upon hearing her name, tears streamed down Isabella’s face before she could even speak, her voice choked with sobs. “I’m sorry… I reade you worry I’m fine, it’s just a little fever. I’ll be fine after the shot p>
Her fragile, pale appearance looked especially pitiful on camera.
The two elderly people on the other end of the screen felt their hearts clench.
“Nonsense! What do you mean you’re fine? You look terrible!” he grandmother, Kiera Montrose, cried out, her voice rising with worry. The effort made her cough violently, and her face went pale.
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“Mom, Dad, don’t worry. Isabella is fine. I’ll look after her,” Catherine said quickly, seeing the pained expressions on her parents’ faces as they clutched their chests. “You’ll look after her, Catherine? Are you sure you will?” Holden’s brow furrowed, his stern gaze fixed on Catherine. “I heard you’re kicking Isabella out to the suburban villa p>
Catherine froze, instinctively turning to look at Isabella.
How did her parents, who were getting treatment all the way in the United Realmon States, know that Isabella was sick? And how did they know they were planning to move her to the villa?
“Don’t look at isabella. If I want to know what’s going on in my own family, I have my ways,” Holden said, frowning with displeasure. “Is it that other girl. She just came back and already there’s no room for Isabella p>
Kiera placed a hand on her husband’s arm, clearly disapproving of his words.
She turned to the camera. “Catherine, I’ve heard you praise that girl, saying how smart and sweet she is, and I know she must be a good child p>
“But, while that girl is your biological daughter, Isabella is the one we watched grow up. To us, she’s no different from our own biological granddaughter p>