Chapter 237

Perhaps the weight of these days had been too stifling, and once the dam broke, it came with a vengeance that was hard to contain.

At first, Isabella just shed tears in silence.

She didn't want her emotions to affect Sebastian.

But emotions were like a demon, clawing at Isabella and tearing her apart. Even though she bit her lips until they bled, she couldn't stop the cries or the trembling of her body.

Sebastian reached out and held Isabella in his arms, saying in a deep voice, "I'm sorry, Bella. It's my fault."

Hearing this, Isabella felt a sharp pain in her heart, as if something was stuck in her throat. She was at a loss for words, only shaking her head desperately.

"Go ahead and cry. Let it all out." Sebastian held her tightly. "You've been through so much lately. Crying will make you feel better."

So, Isabella cried for a full forty minutes.

Even after she stopped, she continued to sob for a long time.

After venting, Isabella felt completely drained. Her limbs were cold and numb, and her mind was blank.

She leaned weakly against Sebastian, listening to the heartbeat from his chest, and gradually calmed down.

After a long time, Sebastian's voice came from above her head. "Bella, what if we can't find Sweetie?"

Isabella's heart sank, and Sweetie's soft and adorable image flashed in her mind. In fact, they had almost searched for Lakina thoroughly these days. If Sweetie were still here, they would have found her by now. The more they couldn't find her, the more it indicated that hope was slim. It was very likely that Samantha had already taken Sweetie away from Lakina.

Isabella closed her eyes, a touch of despair washing over her face.

Sebastian's palm brushed over her head."Bella, let's call the police!"

Isabella opened her eyes."Will calling the police help? Your people, Richard's people and Zaire's people, have been searching for so long without any clues. Calling the police will only alert Charles. If we push him too hard, he might harm Sweetie. We can't call the police, absolutely not!"

Sebastian pressed his lips together. "Okay, we won't call the police."

The bleeding on his hand had stopped, but the bloodstains on the bedsheet were still shocking.

Isabella glanced at the broken porcelain on the floor and said, "Sebastian, let's find some time to go to the hospital and check your eyes."

Isabella had indeed been too depressed lately, her mind preoccupied with Sweetie, neglecting Sebastian. Sebastian, like her, was only concerned about her and Sweetie, not caring at all about his own eyes.

After a good cry, Isabella's mind became clear.

She knew she had to find Sweetie, retrieve what was hers, and get Sebastian's eyes treated. These tasks, one by one, needed to be tackled; it was better than continuing in this dismal state, which only handed Charles an advantage.

If she and Sebastian fell, even if they found Sweetie in the future, they would only become a burden to her.

Isabella pulled her hand away. "I'm going to wash my face and then go downstairs to eat."

Looking at her reflection in the mirror, Isabella almost didn't recognize herself. Afraid that Sebastian would be anxious from waiting, she quickly washed her face and came out.

Sebastian was sitting on the bed waiting for her. Isabella walked over. As soon as she grabbed his hand, Sebastian immediately held it tightly. "All done?"

"Yes." Isabella nodded, leading him downstairs.

In the afternoon, Isabella accompanied Sebastian to the hospital.

This was the first time Sebastian had formally seen a doctor since he went blind.

The examination was quite complicated and took two hours. After Sebastian went in, Isabella waited outside.

On the nearby LCD screen, news about Emma's estate was playing, including footage of a sculpture. This time, the sculpture was shown in full, and Isabella noticed that it had no eyes, its hands were cut off, and it was bound with ropes. It was suffocating.

Isabella thought, 'Luckily! Sebastian can't see it, otherwise, he would be very upset.'

"Miss." A child's voice reached her ears.

Isabella was stunned for a moment, thinking she was hearing things.

Then, her fingers were gently tugged.

Isabella looked down and saw a little boy standing beside her.

"Miss, have you seen my mom?" The boy was delicate but very thin, with a pale face, clearly sick.

Isabella used to have no feelings for children. But since having Sweetie, she had grown very fond of them.

She squatted down to his level and asked gently, "Did you get separated from your mom?"

The boy nodded. "I think so."

The hospital was crowded, and Isabella worried about the boy's safety. Thinking Sebastian would take a while, she held the boy's hand and took him to find his mom.

As they reached the first floor, they heard a woman crying and asking the nurse at the reception desk for help, "Please, you have to help me find my son. I just went to pay a bill, but when I turned around, he was gone. He's sick. What if a bad person took him?"

Isabella's hand was suddenly empty as the boy ran towards the woman. "Mom!"

The boy threw himself into the woman's arms, and she was overjoyed when she saw her son.

The boy's mother showed gratitude to Isabella.

Isabella said, "It was nothing. Just make sure to keep a close eye on him from now on."

"Yes, I won't let him out of my sight again." The woman thanked her repeatedly before leaving with the boy.

Isabella stood there, feeling as though she were the sole person in the vast expanse of the world.

The nurse at the reception desk saw her standing there for a long time and came over to ask, "Miss, are you okay?"

Isabella managed a wry smile, shaking her head as she prepared to leave. Suddenly, a gurney was pushed into the room. It sped past her, followed closely by two police officers.

Isabella glanced at the stretcher but didn't see who was on it. However, the woman who followed them made her freeze.

It was Emma!

Emma, tears streaming down her face, sprinted after the gurney, barely acknowledging Isabella as she rushed by.

Isabella hesitated for a moment, recalling Emma's appearance and wondering if the person on the stretcher was Charles.

She thought, 'Did something happen to Charles?'

A shiver ran down Isabella's spine. Without thinking, she followed.

Outside the emergency room, Emma was stopped.

"Family members must wait outside."

Watching the door close, Emma staggered back a few steps, sobbing.

Emma stood for a moment, her legs weak. She turned to find a seat and saw Isabella.