Chapter 639

Isabella’s POV

My chest tightened, the question gnawing at me, refusing to let go. Was it possible…? No. She had to be dead. I saw her fall. I heard the screams. I watched the chaos as the hospital staff rushed to her lifeless body.

A shiver ran through me, and I hugged myself, rubbing my arms to warm the chill that had settled in my bones. She’s dead.

But the boy… Damien said he looked so sad, crying for his mother. Could Layla have had a child before she died? But how? When? With who? Logan?

My head spun, a nauseating wave of panic crashing over me. If Logan found out Layla had his child… If he found out I kept that from him…

No. I wouldn’t let that happen. Layla was dead. This child was nothing. He meant nothing to me. He meant nothing to Logan.

But Damien… I swallowed hard, my chest tightening. Damien felt sorry for the boy, even sad for him. If he ever found out the truth, if he ever learned that I was the one wh