Chapter 87 The Will

George clung to her waist, kicking desperately towards the surface. Suddenly, Isabella realized she wasn't as scared of dying anymore.

In the pitch-black water, another hand grabbed her, pulling her up with all its might. The familiar touch of George's hands faded away.

"George," Isabella's heart screamed his name.

But George was gone.

Caleb dragged Isabella to shore and then dove back in.

Isabella was rushed to the hospital. Surgery, stitches, oxygen therapy, emergency care—she teetered on the brink of life and death.

Caleb got a professional rescue team, and they scoured the river for three days straight.

It was Christmas. The streets were lit up with twinkling lights and festive decorations, but there was still no sign of George.

"Caleb, I think Mr. Spencer might be gone," said the search team leader.

Caleb stared at the river for a long time before replying, "We can't say anything without a body. Keep looking."

"Alright."

From a distance, dozens of search teams combed the river, determined to search every inch.

A week went by with no results.

Isabella hadn't woken up, and George was still missing.

Caleb was a wreck, his hair practically turning gray from worry. He had no idea how to face the Spencer family; even dying wouldn't make up for it.

New Year's came, and the streets buzzed with celebration.

Caleb stood at the end of the hospital corridor, lighting a cigarette, remembering what George had told him not long ago.

That day, George had called Caleb into his office and handed him a will.

Caleb was stunned. "Mr. Spencer, why are you writing this?"

"After the last incident, I thought about it. But I had no one to trust with it, so I put it off. Take this will and get it notarized," George explained.

Holding the will, Caleb felt a mix of emotions. "This is for Mrs. Spencer, right?"

"Most of it is about Isabella. She needs this."

"But Mrs. Spencer keeps talking about divorcing you. Why would you still..." Caleb was confused.

"A woman who marries a man in a coma, ready to care for him for life—do you think she's got a bad character? Even if it's a deal, not many would do that. Plus, she fell in love with me. I should think of her," George said, looking out the window, calm and composed.

"Mrs. Spencer's character is good, but honestly, women can be fickle. If she wants to leave, it means her love isn't strong," Caleb said.

George turned to Caleb, calm as ever. "Even if Isabella falls for someone else, I'll still give her what she deserves. Because I love her."

A faint smile played on George's lips, as if he was sure Isabella was just throwing a fit.

Caleb took a deep drag on his cigarette, then stubbed it out in a nearby trash can, tears welling up.

It was like a premonition—the will really came into play.

"Mr. Green, Ms. Neville has woken up," a nurse said, snapping Caleb back to reality.

He hurried to Isabella's room, unsure how to break the news about George. He'd just have to take it one step at a time.

Seeing Caleb walk in, the pale Isabella insisted on sitting up. "Caleb," she said.

"Please, lie down," Caleb urged.

"Where's George? How is he? The river was so cold, I saw him fall in. Is he okay? Which room is he in? Take me to see him." Isabella tried to get out of bed as she spoke.

Caleb quickly stopped her. "Mr. Spencer, he..."

Caleb's face was a mix of emotions, and Isabella's heart sank. "What happened to him?" she asked, her voice trembling.

Caleb took a deep breath and lowered his head. "We haven't found him yet."

"Not found yet? What do you mean?" Isabella's mind raced.

Her pupils dilated with fear, her heart pounding. "I don't understand."

"Mrs. Spencer, the search team is still combing river. As soon as there's news, we'll be notified. Please, rest and take care of yourself."

Isabella felt a lump in her throat and suddenly coughed up blood. Doctors and nurses rushed in to help, and Caleb's tears fell.

'How did it come to this?' Isabella thought.

The police called Caleb, informing him that Joseph had escaped and the chip had been removed. The pursuit would take time.

Caleb went to the riverbank, where the search team was still working but had found nothing.

The staff mentioned that the river was connected to the sea. If they couldn't find George's body in the river, it might have been washed out to sea, making it almost impossible to find.

But Caleb refused to give up.

When Isabella woke up again, hours had passed. Her vision was filled with white, like the snow that day—so cold, so chilling.

George had used all his strength to save her, but now he was gone.

Tears felt pointless right now, but Isabella didn't even have those.

She blinked her dry eyes, a metallic taste filling her mouth. She grabbed a tissue, coughed it all up, and threw it into the trash can.

She fell into deep self-reproach. 'If I hadn't been in such a hurry to leave, if I hadn't insisted on a divorce, if...'

Isabella found Caleb by the river. Seeing his graying hair, her heart felt heavy. "Caleb."

"Mrs. Spencer." Caleb stubbed out his cigarette.

"Tell them to stop searching." Isabella, wrapped in a thick shawl, looked out at the farthest point of the river. "Let's accept reality."

"But even if Mr. Spencer is gone, his body..." Caleb's voice cracked, and he almost broke down.

Isabella understood his thoughts, but this river was connected to the sea. Even if everyone didn't believe George had been washed into the sea, they couldn't rule out that possibility.

"Caleb, go back to Stellar City and tell Patricia about George's death. We can't keep this a secret forever," Isabella said calmly.

"What about you?" Caleb asked.

"Don't worry about me. I'll be fine." Isabella's hand unconsciously moved to her lower abdomen.

She had been told by a doctor that she was pregnant after she was rescued from a suicide attempt.

George's death was a devastating blow. She lost the will to live, cut her wrists, refused to eat; she just wanted to die with him.

But now, she was pregnant, like a ray of light shining into her world full of gloom.

After the initial shock, she felt joy and gratitude. She was carrying George's child, but this child came at the wrong time.