Chapter 20

Omniscient POV After a long, agonizing wait, the operating room light finally blinked off. Isolde's surgery was over. The doctors wheeled her out, and from a distance, her face looked ashen, gaunt, and drained. Seeing her in that state, Darius’s heart ached deeply. "Isolde, how are you?" Darius called her name repeatedly, desperate for a response. "Mr. Nightbane, Miss Isolde just finished the surgery. It’ll take some time for her to wake up. Please don’t worry, you should go back and rest for a while." "No." Darius reached out and gripped Isolde’s hand tightly in his. "I’ll stay here with her. I’m not going anywhere." As they wheeled her back to the VIP room, Darius sat by her bedside, unable to tear his eyes away from her. Guilt overwhelmed him. If he hadn’t left her alone at the wedding earlier today, maybe Isolde would still be healthy, still be herself. The thought filled him with self-reproach. Today had been overwhelmi