Chapter 194 Even If I Go Crazy, I Want to Stay by His Side
William caught up to her at the door and grabbed her hand. Isabella thrashed violently, refusing to let him touch her.
"William, let go of me! I won't let you hurt Amara. You can send me back to Blackthorn Compound. You can lock me in a cage or throw me in a dark room, but you can't do this to my friend."
Every word she spoke was a blade slicing into William's chest.
When he didn't respond, she added desperately, "Or you can whip me again. A few more times..."
Her hand drifted to her flat stomach. Something flickered across her face—a faint smile, even as tears streamed down her cheeks.
Her baby was gone. William's whip had beaten it out of her.
Good. It was good.
She had never planned to keep the child anyway.
In her mind, that baby should never have existed. Should never have come into this world.
If it had to disappear, it should have been by William's hand—just like her life should end by his hand too.
William had never understood her expressions before. Now, he wished he still couldn't.
But he saw it all now.
Isabella hadn't wanted the baby. She didn't even want to be alive.
"Isabella, I'm sorry. I'll never hurt you again. But you have to wake up. Ms. Brown is dead."
"She's not dead!" Isabella's voice cracked into a scream, her eyes pleading. "Amara's right here! Why do you keep saying she's dead? Are you trying to hurt her? Please don't hurt her. I'll do anything you want. Anything."
She whirled around to face the empty air behind her. "Amara, you have to go! Don't let them catch you. Please, just leave!"
The imaginary Amara smiled gently. "Isabella, don't worry. I'll leave now. I'll come see you later."
"Okay. Go. Hurry." Isabella watched the hallucination fade, then finally relaxed.
William couldn't stand watching this. He grabbed her shoulders hard. "Isabella, snap out of it! Amara is dead. You're talking to nothing."
Isabella refused to meet his eyes. She didn't believe him.
William couldn't let her stay trapped in this delusion. He dragged her into the study, opened his laptop, and pulled up the security footage from the living room. He pointed at the screen.
"Look at the footage. Where is she? It's just the two of us."
Isabella stared at the empty video. It really was just the two of them.
Where was Amara?
Her eyes went wide. She dropped to her knees in front of William. He panicked and pulled her back up.
"What are you doing?"
Isabella looked up at him through her tears. "Mr. Spencer, I'm begging you. Let Amara go. She's just a girl. She can't handle that kind of pain."
William's brow furrowed. His chest felt like it was caving in. Her first instinct was to assume he'd taken Amara.
"I'm telling you again—she's dead!"
Isabella searched the study frantically. She couldn't see Amara anywhere. William must have taken her.
She couldn't bear the thought of fragile Amara locked up in Blackthorn Compound. If they hurt her the way they'd hurt Isabella...
"Mr. Spencer, send me to Nightfall Club instead. Let them whip my feet again. I'll wear the most revealing dress and dance for them. I'll drink with those men. I'll get on my knees and do whatever they want. I can do all of it."
William's pupils contracted sharply. Everything he'd done to Isabella was now a boomerang, stabbing straight back into his heart.
But he had only sent Isabella to Nightfall Club for etiquette training. He had never authorized anyone to do those things to her.
Who the hell had been working behind his back? Who had done this to her?
Seeing the terror on her face, his heart felt like it was being carved out. He cupped her face in his hands.
"Isabella, calm down. I don't need you to do any of that. I'll never make you do those things again."
Isabella looked at him in confusion. The William who had always spoken to her with cruelty—why was he suddenly being kind?
Was this another way to torment her?
"Then... can you give Amara back to me?"
Her eyes were full of hope. William couldn't even look at her. He let go and bolted out of the room.
He ran all the way up to the roof, gasping for air.
He didn't want Isabella like this. He wanted her to get better.
The next day, doctors and psychiatric specialists were forcibly summoned to Rosewood Estate.
After examining Isabella again, the lead specialist's expression was grim.
"Mr. Spencer, Ms. Tudor's condition is worse than we anticipated. She's living inside her own hallucinations. She can't distinguish reality from delusion."
"She's had multiple suicide attempts in the past. Chronic insomnia. Severe emotional withdrawal. If she experiences any more trauma, the consequences could be catastrophic."
"She must be admitted to a professional psychiatric facility with twenty-four-hour supervision."
William closed his eyes. When he opened them again, they were filled with obsessive determination.
"No."
Everyone froze.
"I'll turn this place into the best treatment facility she could have. Bring in the best equipment and medication." His voice was cold, unyielding. "I won't let her leave me. Not for anywhere."
He turned to Dylan. "Find John—the doctor who treated her before. He should know more about her condition."
The specialist protested urgently. "Mr. Spencer, this isn't a game. She could—at any moment—"
"I'll watch her!"
William cut him off, his gaze locked on Isabella with a mix of possessive madness and crushing regret.
"I'll never leave her side. Whatever she wants to do, I'll be there. Whoever she wants to see, I'll wait with her."
He paused. His voice trembled, but his resolve was unshakable.
"Before, I pushed her to the edge."
"Now, I'm giving her my life."
"Wherever she is, I'll be there. Even if she's lost her mind, she's staying with me."
The specialists exchanged helpless glances. This kind of illness required family cooperation.
But William was just as obsessive as Isabella—maybe more so. They didn't know who needed treatment first. All they could do was follow his orders.
The Miller Mansion.
Juniper paced back and forth in her room. William had gone silent for days. She had called him multiple times—no answer. Her messages went unread.
She had heard from one of the guards that he had taken Isabella back to Rosewood Estate. Why hadn't he gotten rid of that woman yet?
She couldn't understand it. What did Isabella have that made these men obsessed with her, one after another?
She couldn't let Isabella exist any longer. She had hoped this incident would make William destroy her for good. But Isabella had survived. And now their relationship seemed to have changed.
She couldn't just sit around anymore. Without Lester, she needed to find a better ally. Someone who could help her get rid of Isabella once and for all.