Chapter 250

"It doesn't matter if we go now or later," Chester said. "Aren't you in a rush for work?" Isadora asked. "I can be late." It was surprising that someone as punctual as Chester would say something like that. "You've changed," Isadora commented. He glanced at her and said, "You too. You talk a lot now." Isadora was speechless. … Emily had held Catherine in her arms all night, refusing to let her sleep on the hospital bed, claiming it was dirty. It wasn't until Gerald laid his jacket down as a cushion that she reluctantly agreed, keeping a close watch beside her. Catherine was so small that when she coughed, her whole body trembled. Her eyes turned red, and tears clung to her lashes. It wasn't just Emily who was distressed. Even Isadora felt heartbroken. She carried Catherine into her arms when she came in, gently wiping away her tears. "It's okay, Catherine. Don't cry. I'm sorry for you." Catherine’s tears weren't from crying but from the intensity of her coughing. Her little