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Alexander couldn't shake off the feeling that Isabel was avoiding him. Ever since their lips had touched, she had been distant and cold. He couldn't blame her, really. He had been feeling guilty about the kiss himself.

He tried to talk to her, to apologize and explain that it had been an accident. But Isabel just brushed him off, saying she was tired or needed some space.

Alexander was confused and frustrated. He didn't know what to do. He had never felt this way about anyone before.

As the days went by, the tension between them grew. Alexander could feel it, like a thick fog that hung in the air. He knew he had to do something to clear the air, but he didn't know what.

Meanwhile, Isabel was struggling to come to terms with her memories. She had remembered everything - her life, her family, her past. And with those memories came a flood of emotions - grief, anger, sadness.

She didn't know how to process it all, or how to tell Alexander about it. She felt like she was living a lie, pretending to be someone she wasn't.

As the silence between them grew, Isabel knew she had to make a decision. She could keep running, keep hiding from the truth. Or she could face it head-on, and risk losing everything.

Isabel walked into the living room, where Alexander was sitting on the couch, typing away on his laptop. She cleared her throat to get his attention.

"Alexander, can I talk to you for a minute?" she asked, trying to sound casual.

Alexander looked up, a hint of surprise on his face. "Of course, Isabel. What's up?"

Isabel took a deep breath. "I was wondering if you could help me get a job. I need to start supporting myself, and I don't know where to start."

Alexander's expression changed from surprise to concern. "Isabel, you don't have to worry about that right now. You're still recovering from your injuries. Just focus on getting better."

Isabel shook her head. "I need to do this, Alexander. I need to start taking control of my life again. And I need your help to do it."

Alexander sighed, but eventually nodded. "Okay, I'll help you. But promise me you'll take it easy and not overexert yourself."

Isabel smiled, feeling a sense of gratitude towards Alexander. "I promise. Thank you, Alexander."

As Alexander smiled back and began to make phone calls to arrange job interviews for Isabel, she couldn't help but feel a sense of unease. She was getting closer to the truth about her past, and she wasn't sure if she was ready for what she might find.

Isabel's eyes widened as she walked into the sleek, modern office building. She had never seen anything like it before.

Alexander smiled as he led her to the elevator. "Welcome to Grayson Industries," he said. "You're going to be working as my personal assistant."

Isabel's eyes met Alexander's, and she felt a flutter in her chest. She had never expected to be working so closely with him.

As they stepped out of the elevator, Isabel was greeted by a sea of faces. Everyone seemed to know Alexander, and they all smiled and nodded as he introduced Isabel as his new assistant.

Isabel felt a little overwhelmed, but Alexander took her hand and led her to her new desk. "Don't worry, you'll get used to it," he whispered. "Just remember, I'm always here to help you."

As the day went on, Isabel found herself growing more and more comfortable in her new role. She was surprised by how much she enjoyed working with Alexander, and how much she admired his intelligence and work ethic.

But as the day drew to a close, Isabel couldn't shake off the feeling that she was in over her head. She was working for the man who had hit her with his car, and who was now her boss. And to make matters worse, she was starting to develop feelings for him.

Isabel's eyes scanned the internet search results on her computer screen. She had been searching for the hospital where she was taken after the accident, but so far, she hadn't found any leads.

Just as she was about to give up, a faint memory flashed in her mind. She saw herself lying on a hospital bed, surrounded by doctors and nurses in white coats. And then, she saw the name of the hospital embroidered on one of the doctor's coats: "Riverview Hospital".

Isabel's heart skipped a beat as she quickly typed the name of the hospital into her search engine. The results came up, and she quickly scanned the hospital's website.

As she scrolled through the pages, Isabel's memories started coming back to her. She remembered her father and stepmother, their faces twisted in anger and fear as they chased after her. She remembered the doctors and nurses, their faces blurred as they rushed to save her life.

And then, she remembered the poison. The feeling of her body shutting down, her vision blurring, and her lungs burning.

Isabel's eyes snapped back into focus, and she felt a wave of nausea wash over her. She had been poisoned, and her father and stepmother had been involved.

Isabel's eyes widened as she recalled the name "Emily" echoing in her mind. She remembered her father's voice, weeping and calling out that name. She had wondered who Emily was, but now she realized that it was her own name.

A shiver ran down her spine as the truth hit her. She was Emily, the girl who had been poisoned by her own family. The memories were still hazy, but she knew that she had to uncover the truth about her past.

Isabel's eyes locked onto Alexander's photo on her desk. She had been so focused on her recovery and her new life that she had pushed her past aside. But now, she knew that she couldn't ignore it anymore.

She took a deep breath and stood up, determination burning within her. She was going to uncover the truth about her past, no matter what it took.

Isabel quickly grabbed her purse and headed out the door, determined to uncover the truth about her past. She hailed a taxi and gave the driver the address of Riverview Hospital.

As the taxi pulled up to the hospital, Isabel felt a surge of anxiety. What would she find here? Would she finally uncover the truth about her past?

She paid the driver and stepped out of the taxi, her eyes scanning the hospital's facade. It looked like a typical hospital, but Isabel's instincts told her that there was something more to it.

She took a deep breath and walked into the hospital, her heart pounding in her chest. She approached the reception desk and asked to speak to someone in administration.

The receptionist looked up at her and smiled. "Can I help you with something?" she asked.

Isabel hesitated, unsure of how much to reveal. "I'm looking for information about a patient who was treated here," she said finally. "A patient named Emily."

The receptionist's expression changed, and she looked at Isabel with a curious gaze. "Let me check on that for you," she said, typing something into her computer.

Isabel waited anxiously, her heart racing with anticipation. What would she find out about herself?

The receptionist looked up at her, a sympathetic expression on her face. "I'm afraid the records you're looking for are confidential," she said. "But I can give you the name of the doctor who treated Emily. Maybe he can help you."

Isabel's eyes widened as the receptionist handed her a piece of paper with the doctors name on it. She felt like she was one step closer to uncovering the truth about her past.

Isabel's eyes widened as she processed the information. "Emily John was admitted 10 years ago?" she repeated, her voice barely above a whisper.

The receptionist nodded. "Yes, that's correct. Let me see if I can find any more information about her." She typed away on her computer, her brow furrowed in concentration.

Isabel's mind was racing. 10 years ago? That would have made her...17 years old. What had happened to her? Why had she been admitted to the hospital?

The receptionist looked up at her, a sympathetic expression on her face. "I'm afraid that's all the information I can give you," she said. "But I can give you the name of the doctor who treated Emily John. He might be able to give you more information."

Isabel nodded, her heart pounding with excitement. She was one step closer to uncovering the truth about her past.

The receptionist handed her a piece of paper with the doctor's name and phone number on it. Isabel took it, her eyes scanning the information.

Dr. Lee. She would call him as soon as possible.

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