IMOGEN'S POV
I stormed out of the room, my heels clicking angrily against the linoleum floor. My hands were shaking, and I clenched them into fists, trying to regain my composure. Elijah's words echoed in my head, fueling my rage with each step.
I made my way through the maze of hospital corridors, following the signs to the emergency ward. I wasn't entirely sure how to find Isaac's mother's room, but I knew I had to try. I needed to see him, to explain, to make him understand that I wasn't behind this mess.
As I rounded a corner, I nearly collided with someone exiting a room. I stumbled back, ready to apologize, when I realized who it was.
Lana Rossi, my mother-in-law, stood before me, her eyes widening in surprise.
"Imogen?" she said, her voice a mixture of confusion and suspicion. "What are you doing here?"
I straightened my spine, meeting her gaze. "I could ask you the same thing, mother in law."
