Chapter 272 Could His Illness Be Cured?
Finally, Isabella stopped. She turned back and smiled at him.
Isabella's smile was the most beautiful one William had ever seen.
That one smile melted William's heart completely.
William froze where he stood. He reached out his hand toward her.
"Isabella, take me with you."
In Isabella's eyes, there was no hate, no resentment, and no love either.
There was nothing at all, as if she were looking at a stranger.
That look made William's hand stop in midair, trembling slightly. He suddenly wanted to disappear, unable to face Isabella's eyes.
The words he had wanted to say scattered under that gaze.
He could no longer form a complete sentence.
Finally, after a long silence, it became only half a sentence.
"Isabella, are you okay? I really..."
William could not get the rest of the words out.
His hand dropped. In this world filled with light, only he belonged to the darkness.
William took a step back. He should not be here. He did not deserve it.
He would only stain this world.
Isabella's body turned into white particles of light and disappeared in front of him.
William opened his mouth slightly. "Isabella, I am leaving now. Goodbye."
His eyelids twitched. The dream was over.
His wrist felt cold, still connected to a tube.
Golden sunlight shone on his face, so bright that William could not open his eyes.
He did not dare look straight at that light. He turned his head and saw Dylan keeping watch nearby.
Dylan's eyes were wide open, his mouth slightly agape.
Dylan hesitated for a moment before speaking. "Mr. Spencer, are you thirsty? Would you like some water?"
William's gaze moved past Dylan. His eyes landed on the coffin.
Under the sunlight, the crystal coffin looked like a brilliant gem, flashing with rainbow colors.
He tried to sit up in bed, but failed twice.
In the end, Dylan helped him up.
William sat on the bed. He pulled out the needle from his hand. The tip fell to the floor, still dripping fluid.
Dylan started forward, but it was too late to stop him.
"Mr. Spencer, your body is still very weak. You cannot strain yourself."
William acted as if he had not heard him. Barefoot on the carpet, he walked to the coffin and looked down at Isabella lying inside.
He reached his hand toward the coffin, but stopped just before touching it.
William pulled his hand back. He suddenly turned to look at Dylan.
"I am hungry. I want to eat."
Dylan's eyes lit up with joy, and he nodded repeatedly.
"Okay, I will have someone prepare it right away."
He ran out quickly, a smile on his face the whole way.
William still stood in front of the coffin. He wanted to reach out and touch Isabella's face.
He looked at Isabella, then raised his own hand and rubbed his cheek.
A smile suddenly appeared on his stubbled face.
He remembered the old days, when he always loved to hold Isabella's hand and place it on his own face.
Back then, there were things he had never said out loud.
"Isabella, touch my face."
"Isabella, touch my head again."
The smile on William's face disappeared when he looked at the coffin.
"I can never touch your hand again."
"Isabella, before that day comes, I will stay with you."
"Every single day."
William tilted his head. "I have already wasted too much time. For the rest of my days, I will see this plan through."
William walked into the bathroom. He washed the smell from his body, shaved all the stubble from his face in front of the mirror, and changed into a new suit.
He carefully buttoned every button, straightened his tie, and combed his hair neatly.
He put on new socks and leather shoes, and glanced at himself in the mirror.
When William came downstairs, his meticulous appearance still made Dylan pause for a moment.
He watched William sit at the dining table, methodically arranging his utensils and eating one bite at a time.
William just sat there, not saying a word.
Quietly, mechanically, he ate as if he were carrying out a task.
He ate very slowly, finishing every bit of mashed potato in his bowl.
After wiping his mouth, he turned his gaze to the two cages.
Dylan noticed everything, wondering if Mr. Spencer's mental state had returned to normal.
William walked to the cages. He looked at the two naked women, his face showing no obvious emotion.
Dylan immediately came over. He looked at William and said, "Juniper's period is late. I think she might be pregnant."
"But we will need to wait for the test results to know for sure."
After noticing Juniper's irregular cycle, Dylan had already arranged a blood test.
By his estimate, the results should arrive today.
Hearing this news, William's stern face finally softened a little.
"Well done."
His gaze shifted to Isla, and Dylan continued.
"Given Isla's age, I also requested a test for her. It will arrive this afternoon with the other one."
Listening to their conversation, Juniper in the cage suddenly raised her head.
Pregnant? Late period? Why had she not noticed anything?
When Dylan had someone draw her blood, she had thought William had come up with a new way to torture her.
But thinking it over, she realized there was nothing to worry about.
Even without ovulation drugs, this day would come sooner or later.
Pregnancy was her destiny, an unchangeable outcome.
Juniper chose to accept her fate. In the cage, she had lost her human rights and all her leverage to fight William.
Now, only by accepting her fate could she reduce the physical punishment.
Isla suddenly laughed.
"Slut."
The word burst out of her mouth.
Isla leaned against the cage. In those empty eyes, there was finally a trace of life.
Juniper looked at Isla across from her and sneered, "Godmother, you are jealous of me, are you not? After all, at your age, getting pregnant successfully is almost impossible."
"Godmother, at your age, you have already hit menopause, right?"
"Too bad both your real daughters are dead. Too late to have another one now."
Isla just leaned against the cage, speaking slowly but forcefully. "Bastard child."
Juniper was about to lose control. She crawled to the edge of the cage, grabbed the bars, and shouted.
"So what if I am a bastard? At least I will have my own child."
"Not like you, with only me as your goddaughter, because your real daughters were both driven to death by you."
William crossed his arms, quietly enjoying this "mother and daughter" hurling insults at each other.
This was more entertaining than any physical punishment.
After all, what pain in this world could compare to two venomous creatures devouring each other?
Under Isla's calm gaze, her mouth spoke lightly.
"You are the one who burned Beatrice to death, and you drove Isabella to her death, too."
"You would not even spare Benjamin."
Isla's voice still trembled when she mentioned Benjamin.