Chapter 213

The truth she had tried so hard to ignore was suddenly shoved right in her face. An icy chill rushed through her heart, and Isabelle Ryan’s eyes, fixed on Celestia Brooks, widened like saucers, bloodshot and shaking with disbelief. Her hands clenched tight at her sides, fists shaking from how hard she was gripping them, her knuckles turning a harsh, pale white. She’s her sister? There’s no way. Absolutely not. She refused to accept it—would never believe it. Celestia gazed at Isabelle’s ashen face, her own eyes full of sorrow and weariness. She couldn’t quite figure out where all this rage was coming from. If it was just because she didn’t like being called a sister, it felt way too extreme. Was Isabelle hiding something else? Maybe. But that was just speculation. The tension in the hospital room was suffocating, the air thick with unspoken fury—Isabelle’s presence alone made everything feel like a fuse about to blow. Celestia saw where this conversation was heading and figured it was