Chapter 325

Laura's face was all kinds of weird. She peeked into the room and said, "You ask her."

Isabella strolled in and saw Siena clutching Sweetie on the couch. Siena's face was a mess of tears, and she was biting her lip, looking all kinds of guilty.

Sweetie had stopped bawling and was just lying there, all quiet in her arms.

As soon as Isabella got close, Siena dropped to her knees with a loud thud, sobbing like there was no tomorrow. "Isabella, I accidentally dropped Sweetie!"

"What?" Isabella was floored. She quickly scooped Sweetie into her arms, her hands shaking like crazy.

Laura, standing nearby, chimed in, "I have no clue how she was carrying her; she just tripped out of nowhere. Sweetie went flying; her head almost hit the corner of the wall. Luckily, the blanket was thick enough to break the fall."

Just hearing that made Isabella's heart race.

Isabella thought, 'Kids are so fragile at this age, especially their heads. If Sweetie had really hit her head, it could've been a disaster!'

Isabella shot Siena a hard look.

Siena was already a wreck, crying her eyes out, looking pale and speechless.

Laura reminded, "You should take the kid to the hospital for a check-up!"

Isabella said, "Alright. Laura, can you drive us to the hospital?"

Laura nodded, "Sure thing."

The two headed out the door, and Siena followed. "Isabella, I'll go with you!"

Isabella glanced at Siena, feeling a bit sorry but still firm. "Siena, stay home. Laura and I will take the kid."

Siena wanted to say more, but Isabella didn't give her the chance. She got into the car with Sweetie and left without looking back.

As they got closer to the hospital, Laura asked, "Should we call Mr. Landon?"

Isabella thought for a moment and said, "He's got a big meeting today. Let's get Sweetie checked first."

Laura nodded. "Okay."

At the hospital, after checking Sweetie, the doctor said, "No visible signs of swelling or bruising, and the kid seems pretty calm. Looks like she didn't hit her head. Keep an eye on her at home, and if anything seems off, bring her back right away!"

Hearing that, Isabella let out a big sigh of relief.

On the way back, with Laura driving, Laura asked, "Should we call Mr. Landon now?"

Isabella thought of Siena and hesitated. "No, I'll tell him tonight."

Laura thought it over and realized Isabella had a point.

This was better talked about face-to-face rather than over the phone. So she didn't push it.

After a bit of silence, Laura said, "By the way, the nanny you hired is so young. She clearly doesn't know how to take care of a kid. Just because the kid is small doesn't mean they don't need proper care. If something goes wrong, it could be really bad. You and Mr. Landon should think about hiring a new nanny."

Siena's situation was kinda unique; aside from a few family members, no one knew about the deep connection between Siena and the Landon family. Laura just assumed Siena was a nanny hired by Isabella and Sebastian.

Seeing Isabella stay quiet, Laura thought for a moment and asked, "Is Siena not a nanny?"

Isabella didn't want to spill the beans to Laura, so she smoothly changed the subject.

Realizing Isabella didn't want to talk about it, Laura didn't push further. But she couldn't help but add, "Isabella, I don't know why, but I've always found Siena a bit off."

"A bit off?" Isabella's heart skipped a beat, but she kept her cool. "Like, how?"

"I can't really put my finger on it," Laura said, struggling to find the right words. "Just be careful. She's an outsider, and when it comes to the kid, you can't be too cautious."

Isabella stared out the window, her gaze deepening. "Yeah. What happened today can never happen again!"

After dropping Isabella off at home, Laura took off.

When Isabella walked in with Sweetie, Siena was at the door, reaching out to take Sweetie, but Isabella instinctively pulled back.

Siena froze, then retracted her hand. She bent down to grab slippers from the shoe cabinet and quietly placed them at Isabella's feet.

Seeing Siena's cautious behavior, Isabella felt a pang of sympathy. She put on the slippers and walked in. "The check-up went well. Sweetie is fine."

As soon as Isabella finished speaking, Siena started to tear up.

Siena seemed scared to cry out loud, quickly wiping away her tears as they fell.

Seeing Siena like this, Isabella felt awful. "Siena, I've thought it over. I'll take care of the kid myself from now on."

Siena looked up, shocked. "Isabella, are you blaming me? I swear I didn't mean for this to happen. I don't know how I tripped. I get how you feel, but I really love Sweetie. Can you let me keep taking care of her? I promise this won't happen again."

Isabella shook her head firmly. "I'm sorry, Siena. I can't trust your promise. This is my daughter, and I can't gamble with her life."

Isabella continued, "Don't beat yourself up too much. I believe it was an accident. But I can't take that risk. Siena, I hope you can understand."

The moment Isabella heard that Sweetie had fallen, she was terrified. It was pure luck that Sweetie was unharmed. If something had happened to Sweetie, Isabella would never forgive herself and wouldn't deserve to live.

Siena sobbed uncontrollably.

Isabella stood up. "I'll take Sweetie upstairs to rest. I'll call you if I need anything."

Isabella didn't want to be too harsh on Siena, but Sweetie was her bottom line. Whether Siena's actions were intentional or accidental, Isabella couldn't get past it. The only thing she could do was to ignore Siena for now and calm herself down.

Isabella stayed upstairs with Sweetie all morning. Near lunchtime, Sweetie started crying.

Isabella tried to soothe her but had no luck. She guessed Sweetie was hungry.

As she was about to head downstairs to make formula, there was a knock on the door. When she opened it, she found Siena standing outside.

Siena held a bottle of freshly made formula, handing it over. "Sweetie always drinks milk at this time. I made it, and it's the right temperature."

Isabella took it. "Thanks."

Noticing Siena's red, swollen eyes and the bandage on her wrist with blood seeping through, Isabella was startled. "Siena, your wrist?"

Siena quickly covered it, avoiding eye contact. "It's nothing. Lunch is ready. Come down and eat when you're ready. I'll go now."

As Siena turned to leave, Isabella hastily grabbed her, pulling away the hand covering her wrist. The loosely wrapped bandage fell off, revealing a large burn.

The wound was fresh and still bleeding, clearly a recent injury. From Siena's expression, it was evident she had done it to herself.

Isabella was shocked.