Bella doesn't want to see him.
"Philip," Alan growled, tugging at his hand. "What was that all about? Why did you start an argument with Theodore? Don't forget—it was him who found Isabella."
Philip sighed heavily, running a hand through his hair. "I'm sorry, Dad," he muttered with regret. "I just lost my temper when I heard she was in a coma. I blamed him without thinking it through."
Alan's expression hardened. "If there is anyone to blame, it's Zack," he hissed. "Focus your energy on finding him and making him pay."
"I've already mobilized all our sources," Philip said through gritted teeth. "Even if Zack is hiding in the depths of hell, I'll drag him out and make him answer for this."
Alan nodded solemnly, his gaze softening as it shifted to Selena. She stood beside him, her face pale, her eyes brimming with unshed tears. "Selena," he called gently, taking her trembling hand. "Don't worry. She'll pull through this."
