Next One Is a Babe

At the sight of Old Mr. Bailey’s threat, one of the nurses called for security, while Isabelle wiped her tears and stepped outside. Then, she was greeted by rows of seats that were full of people sitting on them. At the same time, she also noticed their worried faces, even though they tried hard to cling to their rational mind and waited for the doctor.

It was only Old Mr. Bailey who kept making a scene and got in the way of the doctors. Nonetheless, Isabelle couldn’t care less about that. She walked to a corner and hugged herself while leaning against the wall. At that moment, she could hear buzzing in her head, feeling her temple twitching wildly.

Not long after that, the security guards arrived and subdued Old Mr. Bailey, manhandling him as they passed by Isabelle, but she didn’t even bother to look at her father. At the same time, there were rescued patients who were escorted out of the emergency department. Some of them were transferred to the Intensive Care Unit, while the others were taken to the general ward.

All of them made it. At the sight of that, Isabelle pursed her lips and clung to a glimmer of hope deep down. After a while, the doctors came out, and one of them, who was involved in rescuing Dexter, turned out to be someone Isabelle knew. Therefore, she quickly approached the doctor, who stared at her and apologized with a faint voice. Upon hearing that, Isabelle blinked in response. “Oh, is he going to the ICU? No worries, I’ll make the payment right away.”

The doctor let out a sigh and said, “I’m sorry. We couldn’t save him. Nonetheless, he didn’t die from the injury he sustained from the traffic accident. Instead, it was something he consumed earlier that killed him—we believe it was pesticide. Anyway, we’ll need to wait for the test result for further confirmation about that.”

Isabelle was taken aback by the doctor’s answer. “Pesticide?!”

The doctor then asked her a question, “Did the victim suffer from any kind of mental illness, such as depression?” Upon pausing for a moment, the doctor added, “He came around halfway through our rescue and told us that he didn’t want to live anymore.”

Isabelle paused in a trance. “D-Depression…?” She shook her head in denial. “N-No. This can’t be. He was healthy. Why would he not want to live? Why would he want to die?” As soon as she finished her words, she broke down in tears.

It was at that moment that Isabelle began to recall the signs, which might have indicated that Dexter was calling for help. Unfortunately, no one knew he was broken on the inside. No wonder Dexter was always complaining about how tired and unhappy he was because no one really cared about him. His life was all about cram school because of the expectation he needed to live up to in order to stand out. He said he wanted to rest, but everyone dismissed that as a complaint and paid no attention to it. Overwhelmed by her guilt, Isabelle burst into tears.

Meanwhile, the doctor told Isabelle that Dexter’s body would be taken to the morgue and promised to keep her posted on the autopsy result as soon as the testing was done. After that, the doctor excused himself as he still had a lot of work to attend to.

Upon hearing the doctor’s words, Isabelle leaned against the wall and slowly crouched on the floor. In the meantime, Old Mr. Bailey, who was forced out of the hospital, stood outside in the chilly breeze as he came to his senses a bit. He then shoved off the guards and said, “Take your hands off me! I’ll just wait here.”