Chapter 353 Ch Three Hundred And Fifty Three

• It had been five days since Isla had been admitted to the hospital. She lay perfectly still, her eyes half-closed, while listening to the rhythm of her own heartbeat through the machines as the smell of the hospital antiseptic which she hated so much, burned her nostrils.
• She lay still on the bed, with her left leg cuffed to the rail of the bed, while her right hand was trapped by the IV needle that was passed into her body. The only thought that filled her head at that moment, was the one she had overheard that the police were coming to interrogate her the next day.
• And from there, it was only a matter of time before she would be thrown in prison. Before her life would end totally.