Chapter 570

Chapter 570:

“I am not taking anything,” she said, her voice carrying clearly over the noise. “My uncle has a valid admission to the premium cardiac suite. You are being relocated due to an administrative re-evaluation of patient priority. Nothing more p>

Hector let out a guttural sound and tried to lunge off the gurney. Two nurses immediately pressed his shoulders back down to protect his surgical incisions.

Belle rushed forward and seized Isolde’s forearm, her grip tight and desperate. “Stop it,” she hissed. “I did exactly what you asked. I signed the transfer papers. Stop humiliating us in public p>

Isolde looked down at the hand gripping her arm. A wave of cold revulsion moved through her.

She pulled her arm free with a sharp, deliberate motion. Then she reached into her pocket, produced an alcohol wipe, tore the packet open, and slowly, methodically wiped the fabric of her sleeve where Belle had touched it. She dropped the used wipe into a nearby biohazard bin.

“Humiliation?” Isolde said. “When your family bribed the suppliers to cut off Carson Dynamics — when my uncle was fighting for his life with acute liver failure and your family’s actions left him without the means to get on the transplant list — did you worry about humiliating him then p>

She took one step closer to Belle.

“This is karma,” Isolde said quietly. “Catch it p>

Footsteps echoed down the hall. Silas, Grayson’s personal executive assistant, approached in a sharp gray suit, tablet in hand. He surveyed the scene and let out a quiet, measured sigh.

𝘈𝘥𝘥𝘪𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘷𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘴 𝘰𝘯

“Miss Escobar,” he said, his tone perfectly polite and entirely without warmth. “The medical transport van for the downtown clinic is waiting at the loading dock. I have been instructed to oversee the transfer and ensure it proceeds without further incident p>

Belle stared at Silas. Her stomach dropped.

Grayson had sent his own assistant. Not to help her — but to ensure she complied with Isolde’s terms. The betrayal cut deeper than the eviction itself.

The orderlies pushed Hector’s gurney forward. As he rolled past Isolde, Hector turned his head and spat onto the floor near her shoes.

Isolde did not flinch. She looked calmly at Silas.

“Please ensure the environmental services team sterilizes the suite completely before we enter,” she said. “I want the mattress replaced and the ventilation filters changed. I don’t want my uncle exposed to any lingering infection that could trigger another hepatic crisis p>

Silas gave a crisp, respectful nod. “Understood, Miss Carson. We will handle it immediately p>

Belle stood and listened to the respect in Silas’s voice. That deference had once belonged to her. The realization landed as a sharp, twisting pain in her chest that made it difficult to breathe.

Isolde guided her uncle’s wheelchair into the large, sunlit suite. Saul looked around the room and said nothing for a moment. Then tears welled quietly in his tired eyes.

“Izzy, you have suffered too much for this family p>

Isolde knelt beside the wheelchair and took his cold, thin hands in hers.

“As long as the Carson name survives,” she said softly, “I feel no pain p>

Her phone buzzed in her pocket. She pulled it out. A news alert filled the screen.