The Contract Said No Strings Attached (Charlotte) novel Chapter 242

After unloading her frustrations, Isabella immediately linked arms with Rebecca. “Come on, let’s not waste another word on her,” she said, her voice ringing with finality. “People like her aren’t worth our breath. Let the police handle it—she’ll get what’s coming to her, maybe a few years behind bars.”

A flush of satisfaction lingered on Isabella’s face, a cathartic afterglow from her outburst. She honestly felt that even one more sentence exchanged with someone like Emily was a complete waste of time.

Rebecca nodded in agreement, her expression resolute. She, too, was done with Emily’s stubborn denials; to argue any further would be pointless.

Inside the hospital room, Emily was so livid she looked about ready to combust, her eyes practically shooting sparks. But with both legs trapped in casts, all she could do was glare helplessly as Rebecca and Isabella strode out the door.

As they left the room, Isabella huffed, “She’s so damn stubborn. If she’d just admit Crystal was involved, we’d make sure Crystal paid for this too.”

They were still talking when suddenly William appeared at the end of the hallway, his posture straight, his face as cool and unreadable as ever.

Isabella’s eyes lit up the moment she saw him, a quick smile curving her lips. “William! What brings you here?”

Hands tucked in his coat pockets, William replied evenly, “I’m here to check on Emily’s injuries.”

At that, Isabella’s smile faltered. She muttered under her breath, “Is there seriously no other doctor in this place? Why does it have to be him?”

William caught the sound but not the words. “What was that?” he asked, glancing at her.

Isabella shook her head hastily. “Nothing, nothing at all.”

He looked at her for a moment, then let it go. Turning to Rebecca, he nodded in greeting. “Becky, I’ll head in now.”

William’s face remained impassive. “I’m here to check on your leg.”

Emily giggled coyly. “Of course, Dr. Thomson. Please, have a look—I’ve been in so much pain.”

Even through the door, Isabella could hear Emily’s simpering, self-satisfied laughter. She clenched her jaw, seething with irritation. The woman’s fake sweetness was insufferable; Isabella could barely resist the urge to march in there and give Emily a piece of her mind all over again.

“Rebecca, would you look at her? Even now she can’t behave herself!” Isabella fumed, fists balled tight at her sides.

Rebecca just shook her head. “Let’s just go. William’s an orthopedic surgeon—it’s his job.”

She knew William was a consummate professional, someone who would never let personal feelings interfere with a patient’s treatment. Besides, Rebecca wasn’t worried in the least—she was certain William would never fall for someone like Emily.