Unwelcome visitor

Ambrose stepped into the hospital room, carrying a small teddy bear and a bag of Isla's favorite candies. His expression was softer than usual, but as soon as Isla saw him, her face twisted in anger.

"You're here to finish me off, aren't you?" Isla snapped, her voice laced with bitterness.

Ambrose froze mid-step, stunned by her words. "Isla, that's not—"

"Don't act nice now," she cut him off, her good hand clutching the bedsheet. "You didn't even care when I fell. You ignored Leo when he asked for water. You don't like us. You just like Mommy."

Ever's eyes widened, and she quickly stood. "Isla, that's enough."

But Isla wouldn't stop. "If you cared, I wouldn't be here! You just want to act nice now because you feel guilty."

Ambrose clenched his jaw, guilt flashing across his face. He knew she had a right to be angry, but hearing it so bluntly from a child stung.