Chapter 215 - Two Hundred And Fifteen: Suicide Attempt (2/2)

”You're going to return as soon as possible, right?”

”Of course. I'll finish up earlier than intended for you and our baby boy”

I shouldn't have left, I shouldn't have left at all!

With an angry swipe, I swept off all the items on the deputy's shelf to the floor. I needed to blow off some steam.

That time, I had warned her to stay away from danger without knowing danger was going to be the one to find her.

My outrage continued until I couldn't cry anymore; my tears duct were dried up. It was that pathetic state that the deputy found me in when he returned.

He took in the sight of his office which was wrecked beyond recognition- my handwork.

My eyes were bloodshot and puffy from crying and my fist bloody from the punches I threw to the wall.

”Feel better now?” Deputy kneeled beside me, my head lifting slowly.

I sat up against the wall, my legs pulled up to my chest with my arms wrapped around me.

”Go ahead with the investigation,” I slowly rose to my feet,” Inform me when the body's found,” I still refused to believe Maya was dead.

My head throbbed as I made my way to the car. Though I had done nothing vigorous but my body was heavy and ached terribly; I was just tired. I wanted to rest.

”Where to, sir Niklaus?” Micheal inquired.

My hooded eyes opened as I replied,” Home,”

I had not gone home since I returned to the country. Two days had been spent at the hospital unconscious while the rest was spent at the hotel after dealing with my father.

I couldn't face Isabella which was why I had hidden at the hotel. But then, I couldn't hide forever, I would have to face her sooner or later.

My smart daughter as expected heard the news and according to reports from Amanda, she went into her room and had spent most of her days locked up without company.

I was reluctant to go into the house since it contained memories of the time I spent with Maya but I had no choice.

”Where is she?” I asked Amanda who was delighted to see me yet her face was lined with worry.

”She's in her room,” she answered.

I turned to leave for my daughter's room when Amanda's comment stopped me in my tracks.

”Maya, is she going to make it?”

I sighed, rubbing my forehead,

”The situation is not looking good,” I replied curtly.

Heading to Isabella's room I knocked,” Hey sunshine, it's me, Niklaus”

No reply.

”Isabella, open up, please. I know you feel so overwhelmed right now but we can talk it out, it's not advisable to grief alone. I know I'm the best father out there but I need you to trust me on this. I love you honey and no matter what, we are going to overcome this together”

No reply again. Which was strange. Even if she doesn't want to see me, Isabella would open up for me since I had successfully wasted my saliva - she would say.

The hairs on my back stood on edge when an outrageous thought came into my head, what if she hurt herself?

”Goddammit!” I cursed, calling on Amanda to get me the spare key to her room.

Amanda didn't know what was going on but the panic in my voice hastened her steps.

I unlocked Isabella's door with my heart in my throat, dreading the sight that would greet me once it opened.

Unlocked, I stepped into her room carefully, not to trigger any of her booby traps.

A sigh of relief was drawn from my mouth when I stretched my neck to discover that she was lying peacefully on her bed.

However, my eyes rounded when I caught her wrist sticking out of the bed with blood gushing out of it.

”Oh my God, Amanda call an ambulance!” I screamed and scooped Isabella into my arms, running out of her room as if the devil were on my tail.

I would die if something happened to Isabella.