Isabel had been completely caught off guard. With her long hair clenched in my fist, she couldn't break free.
"Let go of me! You bitch!" she cursed while struggling.
She pulled backward with so much force, and I refused to let go, so I was dragged off the bed and crashed onto the floor.
Pain exploded from the surgical wound on my toe.
That was when Steve walked in.
In an instant, Isabel turned into the victim, crying out, "Ms. Yaxley, please don't do this. I'm sorry…"
Seeing that, Steve shoved me aside and pulled Isabel into his arms, anxiously checking her for injuries.
I hid a lock of Isabel's hair behind my back and stayed seated on the floor. I was so battered that I couldn't even find the strength to stand.
Steve hadn't held back when he pushed me. Now, my head was buzzing with dizziness.
After confirming Isabel was fine, he turned on me with a dark look and questioned, "Have you lost your mind?"
"Steve, you have no idea that the woman in your arms has two completely different faces, do you?" I asked.
I rolled up my sleeve, showing him the dense needle marks Isabel had left on my arm.
But I hadn't expected Steve to trust Isabel this much.
There was no surprise or doubt in his expression. Instead, he said coldly, "Isabel wouldn't do something like that. You know how those wounds got there."
In other words, I'd done it to myself to frame her.
A fleeting smile crossed Isabel's lips. Then, as if she had suffered a great injustice, she said, "Ms. Yaxley pulled out the needle and kept stabbing herself. I was scared she'd hurt herself, so I tried to take it away. I didn't expect her to… grab my hair like that."
Steve's indifferent gaze swept over me. He wrapped an arm around Isabel and walked out, leaving me alone in the ward like a piece of discarded trash.
After they stepped outside, I heard Isabel ask, "Steve, what did the doctor say? Does Ms. Yaxley still need to give Dorothy blood?"

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