Chapter 52 She’s Not Going to Die, Is She?

Isabella sank into the sofa, feeling a sudden wave of loneliness.

Snow started falling.

She got all sentimental.

Everywhere felt like home, yet nowhere really was.

George had another meeting tonight. Since she started her internship at the Spencer Group, this had become the norm.

He was always busy, rarely home on time.

She wasn't being needy, just wanted someone to lean on, talk to, and vent to when she felt down.

Isabella sighed deeply, feeling really annoyed.

That evening, she drove out with no destination in mind.

Unfortunately, it started snowing halfway.

The road got slippery. Just as she was about to head back, a car rammed into her from behind.

Her car flipped several times before landing hard, with black smoke pouring from the hood.

The sounds of the car rolling, metal scraping, and electrical sparks filled her ears.

Isabella stayed conscious but couldn't move.

She was trapped between the seat and the airbag, in a lot of pain.

"Help, help me...!"

Isabella yelled, pounding on the car door, but it wouldn't budge.

A pair of red high heels came into view.

As she wondered who it was, Sierra's face appeared.

"Isabella, it's really you. You deserve this," Sierra said.

"Sierra, did you hit me?" Isabella pushed the car door again, but it was useless.

"So what if I did? Either way, you're going to die here today," Sierra said coldly.

As night fell, the road got even more deserted. The snow kept falling heavily. A car accident in this remote area with no cameras would just look like a slip-up in the snow.

"Sierra, I know you hate me, but killing someone out of hate—isn't that a bit much? Planning to live as a fugitive?" Isabella said.

"That's none of your business."

Sierra stood up to leave, and Isabella called out, "Sierra, don't go."

"Stay and watch you die?" Sierra kicked the car hard and said, "Isabella, you're on your own."

Sierra drove away, leaving Isabella trapped. Her car's fuel line was damaged, ready to explode any moment.

Isabella had to save herself.

The wind and snow made her fingers numb. Blood from a cut on her forehead had frozen into icy clumps. She didn't know how bad her injuries were, but she had one thought: she had to survive.

When Isabella, covered in blood, crawled out of the car, thick smoke was already billowing from it. She stumbled a few steps before the car exploded, the blast throwing her through the air.

She lay in the snow until the cold finally woke her, her limbs stiff and frozen.

'Am I going to die? If I die like this, it would be too embarrassing,' she thought.

She heard voices. 'Am I dead or alive?' she wondered.

Someone lifted her up. Isabella wanted to see who it was, but her eyes felt frozen shut. She couldn't speak, and her eyelids were too heavy to lift.

"Isabella, don't sleep. Open your eyes."

A familiar voice—it sounded like George.

Was it him?

Isabella was placed in an ambulance, with George anxiously by her side.

Doctors and nurses were busy giving her oxygen and IV fluids. George held her cold, stiff hand, trying to warm it with his breath and rubbing it constantly.

"Mr. Spencer, Mrs. Spencer's vital signs are not good. We need to resuscitate her. Please step aside," the doctors said.

George's heart sank.

Isabella's body was cold, with injuries on her head, arms, and legs. It was hard to tell where she was hurt, but there was blood everywhere.

The ambulance rushed to the hospital.

As soon as they arrived, she was wheeled into the emergency room.

This was Isabella's second time in the ER, and George was very anxious.

Caleb brought a tablet over to report to George, "Mr. Spencer, there's no surveillance on the road where Mrs. Spencer had the accident. I checked the footage from the turn and identified two cars. One was a silver Honda, and the other was a red BMW. The Honda followed Mrs. Spencer's car onto the road, and the BMW entered ten minutes later."

"Have you identified the owners of these cars?" George asked in a deep voice.

"We couldn't trace the silver Honda, but the red BMW is registered to someone named Simon. However, the driver was a woman, and from the footage, it looked like Sierra. I examined the impact point on Mrs. Spencer's car and found silver paint. I suspect the silver Honda, which had fake plates, hit her car. When Sierra drove by in the red BMW, the silver Honda was gone. Mrs. Spencer probably asked her for help, but because of their history, Sierra chose to ignore her and drove away," Caleb reported in detail.

"Do whatever it takes to find that Honda. I want to know who dared to harm my girl," George said, clenching his fists. Even if he had to turn Stellar City upside down, he would find the culprit.

Isabella was still in critical condition, and this time it was even more dangerous than when she was drugged.

Time passed slowly as George checked his watch countless times, and Caleb didn't know how to comfort him.

The surgery lasted all night, and George stayed awake the entire time.

Finally, the emergency room light went off as Isabella was wheeled out of the operating room.

The doctor said that because Isabella had been in the snow for too long, she had severe frostbite. Combined with the serious car accident, her condition was critical. Fortunately, the final outcome was good, and they managed to save her frostbitten fingers.

Moreover, none of her vital organs were seriously damaged.

George breathed a deep sigh of relief.

Isabella woke up three days later.

She moved slightly, wrapped up like a mummy.

George immediately came over, "Don't move."

"It itches, it's uncomfortable," she said.

"They'll remove the bandages in a few days," George held her bandaged hand and said gently, "Just hang in there."

Isabella asked George to help her sit up against the headboard and said, "I thought I was going to die."

"Why did you drive down that road?" he asked.