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Just then, the doctor noticed Isabella brandishing a silver needle, poised to insert it into a vital spot on Marcus’s chest. She gasped, her eyes widening with fear, and she cried out to stop her.
“Don’t! That spot is extremely dangerous!”
She urgently appealed to Lauren, saying, “Stop her immediately! She might kill your father!”
Jarred into action, Lauren moved to intercept Isabella, but she had already placed the needle at the point.
Isabella’s thumb traced along the heart meridian of Marcus, pressing decisively before swiftly removing the needle.
A loud crack followed, and Marcus’s body jerked violently as he expelled a mass of dark blood. The vile fluid splashed across his body, the bedding, and the floor, leaving everyone in stunned horror.
“Isabella, you’ve killed Mr. Vaughn!” Evita exclaimed, voicing her accusation for all to hear. “Is this your idea of a cure?”
Though her face showed anger, internally, Evita felt a thrill of vindication. With Isabella appearing to have killed Marcus right in front of everyone, it was clear she wouldn’t have the chance to work with him, either.
Also, Lauren wouldn’t let Isabella walk away unpunished. When Isabella was out of the picture, Andrew wouldn’t need to keep his feelings for her a secret any longer.
“Lauren, you can’t let the person who murdered your father escape!” Evita urged from the sidelines, snapping Lauren out of his daze.
He stared at Isabella, his blue eyes swirling with fury.
Lauren’s imposing stature became even more menacing in his anger.
“You’ve murdered my father, Isabella, and you will answer for this with your life!”
He commanded his assistants in the room, “Seize her!” The assistants, seemingly ordinary at first glance, were, in fact, international mercenaries employed by Lauren. All eyes snapped toward Isabella, their intensity signaling they were ready to make their move.
In a flurry of motion, they lunged to seize her, but Isabella skillfully slipped out of their grasp. She scoffed at Evita, who continued to furiously accuse her of murder.
“Evita, who told you that Mr. Vaughn had passed? I have successfully treated him,” Isabella said, effectively dodging an assistant’s aggressive move. She quickly subdued the assistant, pinning him against the wall to reveal Marcus to the onlookers.
Upon seeing Marcus again, Lauren noted the improved tone of his skin despite the blood that covered him.
“Could it be that my father is still alive…”
Spurred by a new understanding, Lauren made his way through the bystanders to his father’s side. He nervously checked, finding Marcus’s vital signs had indeed normalized.
“Stop!” Lauren abruptly halted his assistants. He turned to Isabella, holding his breath.
“Miss Patton, my father is much better now, right?”
“Yes, he’s now out of danger.”
Isabella, recognizing his concerns for his father, overlooked his previous abruptness.
“If you remain skeptical, you’re welcome to have the hospital verify his condition, Mr. Lauren Vaughn.”
As Lauren hurried to summon a doctor, Evita and her friend stepped forward.
Evita’s friend coldly asserted, “I’ve always said that I could manage your father’s condition. The groundwork laid by my earlier treatments ensured his survival through this ordeal.”
The implication was that Isabella’s intervention was pointless, and the real credit should go to her previous medical work.
Isabella scoffed at this assertion. She had already saved Marcus twice, and yet, this woman was now trying to attribute the success to herself. She really knew how to claim undue credit.
Isabella, unwilling to let such claims stand, challenged the doctor with a raised eyebrow.
“If you claim credit for Mr. Vaughn’s survival, can you awaken him now?”
Evita’s friend hesitated, her silence speaking volumes. She looked over at Marcus, acknowledging that his survival was a stroke of luck; reviving him seemed like an impossible feat. She didn’t dare make any bold promises before the witnesses.
Isabella glanced at Evita and her silent friend, then walked over to Marcus and removed the final silver needle.
“Mr. Vaughn, how do you feel now?” she asked gently, bending over him.
Suddenly, the ward witnessed an astonishing moment. Marcus gradually opened his eyes, fully awakening.
The familiar care and soothing presence he immediately felt reminded him of the compassionate person who had previously saved him. His eyes sharpened as he finally recognized Isabella standing before him.
A sudden wave of happiness lit up Marcus’s expression, his eyes gleaming with newfound hope.
He knew it! The person who had come to his rescue couldn’t possibly be a self-serving opportunist. Smiling with relief, he tried to push himself upright, only to freeze when he heard a voice he despised echoing through the ward.
“This can’t be happening!” Evita’s eyes widened in disbelief. She couldn’t accept that Isabella had actually healed Marcus.
The revelation that Isabella had medical expertise, far surpassing that of the doctor Evita had brought, was completely unexpected to her. Recalling Isabella’s claims when she first entered the hospital room, Evita gripped the hem of her dress, overwhelmed by a sense of injustice.
Frustration wasn’t exclusive to Evita; her friend, who had always boasted about her medical knowledge, now found herself overshadowed by the younger Isabella. It was clear that Isabella had been the one to wake Marcus from unconsciousness, and Lauren quickly helped him sit up while explaining what had happened.
Grateful, Marcus looked at Isabella, piecing together details he had missed before. It was Isabella who had saved him back then. So why had they all thought it was Evita?
“Miss Gordon, there’s something I’d like to ask you,” Marcus said, his gaze locking onto Evita.
Facing Marcus’s intense stare, Evita’s pulse quickened, and her mind raced for an escape. Lauren, sensing the tension, subtly signaled his assistants to secure the exit.
Realizing she was trapped, Evita forced a strained smile, trying her best to maintain composure. “Mr. Vaughn, I’m relieved to see you awake. Let’s save discussions for later; you need to rest.”
“I need answers right now,” Marcus insisted, his eyes drilling into her.
“It wasn’t until now that I came to realize that it was actually Miss Patton who saved me on the street. Miss Gordon, why did you say it was you?”
As Evita realized that Marcus had already figured out the truth, a wave of anger surged within her. Isabella had thwarted her plans again!
Lauren was shocked by Marcus’s revelation. Isabella was the hero from back then? That was hard to believe.
With a curious raise of her eyebrow, Isabella pondered Marcus’s unusual kindness toward Evita all this time. Could this be the reason? Both Isabella and Lauren chose not to speak.
Evita’s hands balled into fists as she frantically searched for a way out. Marcus was clearly annoyed with her now, and confessing that she had taken credit for Isabella’s deed would only anger him further. Her face tensed as Evita concocted a plausible explanation.
“Mr. Vaughn, what are you talking about? I indeed found you unconscious at the roadside and got you to the hospital. You shouldn’t overlook my help just because Isabella was your savior today,” she argued.
Evita’s deception did not fool Marcus. “Could you explain to me how you managed to save me that day? I’m curious about every detail.”
Panic surged through Evita. “At the roadside, I found you unconscious, quickly looked for your medication, fed it to you, and applied some basic first aid techniques before taking you to the hospital,” she said, deliberately blurring the specifics.
She placed herself in Isabella’s shoes, contemplating how she would have reacted in such circumstances. Evita nearly convinced herself of her own story after recounting it. Despite Isabella being the initial rescuer, Evita played ignorant and claimed she had also found and helped Marcus. This seemed better than being accused of taking credit for Isabella’s actions.
Evita felt more assured now.
Isabella, hearing this, couldn’t help but chuckle. The sound of her laughter made Evita tense, sensing trouble brewing.
“I know you have issues with me, Miss Patton, but the fact remains—I rescued Mr. Vaughn,” she said, raising her voice to mask her discomfort.
Isabella eyed her skeptically and responded lightly, “I never questioned your story. Why the defensive explanation? Carrying some guilt?”
“Why would I feel guilty?” Evita retorted, rejecting the implication outright.
Isabella simply nodded. “Of course, you’re not feeling guilty.”
She then turned her attention to Marcus. “It’s quite a coincidence. Some time ago, I was on my way to a fashion event when I came across an elderly gentleman who had fallen ill. He’d run out of essential medication, so I resorted to acupuncture to ease his distress, planning to take him to the hospital myself. When I went to fetch my car, however, he had disappeared. I assumed another good Samaritan had stepped in. Little did I know that man was you, Mr. Vaughn, and that it was Miss Gordon who had taken you away.”
“Evita, how dare you lie to us!” Lauren pieced together Evita’s and Isabella’s stories and realized the truth. He recalled his father mentioning how light he felt following the acupuncture, a technique not widely familiar. Yet when he asked Evita if it was her who had saved his father, she didn’t deny it and even suggested a friend, purportedly more adept, to attend to Marcus upon his request for treatment.
From the start, Evita knew she wasn’t the savior Marcus had been looking for, but she accepted the praise for his rescue, hoping to secure a collaboration with him. She had even known his father’s identity when she took him to the hospital.
Evita carried herself as though fame and fortune meant nothing to her, but deep down, she cherished them more than anyone could imagine. Lauren’s blood boiled as he replayed the bitter truth of being duped by Evita.
If Evita hadn’t lied about being the one who saved his father back then, he would have found Miss Patton much sooner. His father’s illness could have been treated earlier, sparing him untold suffering.