At nine o'clock, a nurse called Isabel for her pre-op tests. As she and Dylan left the room, they came face-to-face with Adrian and Selena.
Selena looked frail, seated in a wheelchair that Adrian himself was pushing. He was dressed in a tailored black suit, looking tall, handsome, and impossibly cold. The only time his expression softened was when he looked at Selena.
Isabel didn't see Oliver; he had probably gone to kindergarten after breakfast. She coolly averted her gaze and turned towards the examination room.
Dylan, having no interest in the spectacle, followed her.
"Isabel," Selena called out. Isabel didn't respond. The next second, her injured right hand was seized in a tight grip, sending a tremor of pain through her.
"Oh, Adrian, be careful," Selena chided gently. "Isabel's hand is hurt."
Adrian released his grip. As his gaze shifted back to Selena, it seemed to linger for a moment on Dylan, who was protectively shielding Isabel.
Selena wheeled herself closer, reaching for Isabel's right hand to inspect it. "Are you okay?"
Isabel pushed her hand away and turned to leave.
Selena blocked her path, a small smile on her face. "Are you still angry about yesterday? I'm so sorry I caused a misunderstanding between you and Adrian. But you're a married couple; you should sit down and communicate properly. You shouldn't throw around the word 'divorce' so easily, it's hurtful. Also, no matter how angry you are, you shouldn't get so close to other men. It will only make the misunderstanding worse."



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