Chapter 18

Hearing that, Isabella looked intently at Theodore. "Are you being serious?" "Yes. Give me your hand. Let's talk this out properly." She hadn't really wanted to end her life. Or maybe that whole act was just her way of getting him to make a promise like that. Then Theodore gently lifted her off the windowsill and took her chilly wrist in his hand. "I already spoke with the doctor. As long as you stick to the treatment and take your meds like you're supposed to, there's a good chance of recovery. Don't overthink it. If the doctors here can't help, we'll fly out and get a specialist. I won't let anything happen to you." "Theodore... I'm not afraid of dying. I'm just scared I won't get to be with you before I go." He softly stroked the back of her head, his eyes avoiding hers, fixed on a corner of the bed. His tone sounded as calm as ever. "When Grandma gets better, I'll take you to see her." "Okay. Let's promise on that." Isabella wrapped her arms tightly around his waist, a grin slowly