Chapter 6

Isobel ran out of the house like a madwoman and went straight to Dominic's company. While ignoring the receptionist's protest and the curious stares of everyone around, she stormed straight into the CEO's office. When he saw her barge in, Dominic put down his phone and frowned in displeasure. He immediately gave her a cold, sharp look. "Dominic, you—" Before Isobel could question him, a lump rose in her throat and choked her into silence. Dominic's expression was unvervingly calm as he interrupted her coldly, "Isobel, what kind of mother hits her own child?" He threw his phone at her. The screen showed the video paused perfectly at the moment she struck Myles earlier. Isobel's head snapped up. She couldn't believe he was taking the offensive first. "Is this all you care about? Do you even know how Zara treated Myles? She called him a burden right in front of him and kicked away his outstretched hand!" "That's enough!" Dominic snapped, his gaze sharp. "Look at yourself, Isobel. Zara has always been patient with Myles. There's no way she'd say something like that." "You'd rather believe her over me? We've been together for years. Since when have I…" Isobel's voice trembled in despair. Dominic studied her carefully, then his voice softened all of a sudden. "It's precisely because we've been together for years that I know better than anyone how much you've been struggling lately." Then, without warning, he took her hand. His voice was laced with fake concern. "I know you've been on edge ever since Myles got his diagnosis." She shoved his hand away roughly. "My condition? Dominic, what exactly do you mean?" He sighed and pulled a file from the drawer, sliding it gently toward her. "This is your psychiatric record from last year. The doctor clearly wrote that you need rest and must avoid stress." Isobel froze up. She fixed her eyes on the familiar medical record as her body shook uncontrollably. "That's just a follow-up for my postpartum depression…" Dominic got to his feet and approached her, his voice turning icy. "Then how can you explain your strange behavior lately? You constantly suspect Zara, thinking she might hurt Myles. And now, you've actually slapped Myles. I saw the CCTV footage earlier. It wasn't a light slap." As Isobel finally grasped his intention, a chill crept up her spine. "So it was you who told Zara to send me away? You think I'm sick and want to send me to the hospital?" "It's so you can get treated." Dominic's tone brooked no room for argument. "Once you're stable, you can come back anytime to see Myles." "Get treated for what?" Isobel suddenly let out a bitter laugh. "Get treated for trusting you? Or for becoming lucid and standing in the way of you two being together?" Dominic's expression turned dark. "This is for your own sake. Your flight is tomorrow morning. I've already made the arrangements at the sanatorium. The environment is great, and I'm sure you'll like it." "I won't go, Dominic! Hey!" Before Isobel could resist, Dominic made a call. "Send Mrs. Knight to the sanatorium." Two uniformed bodyguards rushed in, flanking her on either side. They forcibly dragged her out of the office and pushed her into a car. The cloth covering her eyes was removed only when they arrived at their destination. It was only then that Isobel realized it wasn't a sanatorium, but a dilapidated, terrifying psychiatric facility!