Chapter Two Hundred And Eighteen: I Need To Find Maya

Niklaus' point of view 

"How is she, doctor?" I rushed at the doctor when he stepped out of Isabella's hospital room.

"Thankfully, we were able to stop the bleeding on time. If you had brought her any later, she would have been dead," explained the doctor.

I released the breath I was holding in and searched blindly for the wall which I leaned against, using it as support because my legs felt like jelly right now. 

"Has your daughter had a history of suicide attempts before?" The doctor asked. 

"No," I shook my head, "Not that I remember," 

The doctor pursed his lips," Then this must be her first attempt and something must have triggered that," He glanced up at me accusingly

"I love my kid, I would never push her to the extent she sees suicide as a form of escape," I refuted.

"Then, did she experience something traumatic?" He asked instead but I could still feel his heated gaze regarding me.