In the hospital room, Thor’s phone buzzed on the nightstand beside Isabela’s bed. He had rushed out to grab a quick dinner at the hospital restaurant after spending the entire day there, watching over her. In his haste, he had forgotten the phone.

Isabela, lying back against the pillows, sat up the moment she heard it vibrate. When the name “Celina” lit up the screen, her eyes gleamed with thinly veiled malice. Without hesitation, she stretched out her arm toward her friend.

“Answer it for me,