Chapter 77

"Alright." Eliza knew she had convinced Alexander. I left the hospital room, the cool breeze brushing against my face. Reaching the stairwell, I took a deep breath and pulled out my phone to call Vivienne. I had to stay tonight. Isabella’s distress call had been hung up by Vivienne—could I blame Vivienne for that? No. Her intention was simple; she didn’t want me to go to Isabella tonight. She didn’t know that Isabella had an emergency. Could I blame Isabella? No. She trusted me enough to call me in a moment of need. I could only blame myself. I had a responsibility I couldn’t escape from in this matter. Vivienne’s call went unanswered, and when I tried again, it went straight to voicemail. I assumed Vivienne was angry with me and didn’t want to pick up. After a moment’s thought, I typed out a message to Vivienne: "Isabella is severely injured. Her call to me was a cry for help. No matter what, I bear an unavoidable responsibility. I will sta