Chapter 586

Isabella’s POV

I inhaled deeply, trying to steady my nerves. No, I couldn’t allow myself to think like this. I had to focus. I had to find answers. If Layla was alive…if she had truly escaped death…then I needed to know.

I needed proof.

A sudden thought crossed my mind. The hospital records. If I could get my hands on them, I could confirm once and for all whether Layla had really died that day.

Without wasting another second, I grabbed my phone and dialed a number.

"Hello?" The voice on the other end was cautious.

"It's me," I said, my voice firm. "I need you to do something for me."

There was a pause before the person responded, "What is it?"

"I need hospital records from years ago. A specific patient. Layla."

There was another silence, longer this time. Then, a hesitant, "Why?"

"Because," I exhaled sharply, my grip tightening around the phone, "I need to know if she's really dead."

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