The IV bag struck Isabella square on the forehead. Blood bloomed instantly, a deeper, faster crimson than the mess Chloe had made on the stairs that morning. For a moment, Ethan just stood there, stunned. Then his body moved before his mind could process what had happened. He lunged forward, grabbing Chloe and yanking her away from the bed. His voice, when it came, was glacial with disappointment.
“What the hell are you doing? Chloe, was that
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