Isla POV

I lay on the hospital bed, exhausted from the day.

The secretary sat beside me, finishing up a call. I still didn't know his name.

My head was bandaged. My ribs were wrapped. Thankfully, it wasn't as bad as it could have been.

I shifted slightly and immediately regretted it—a sharp pain reminded me exactly where the cracks were. I let out a slow breath and waited for it to pass.

Vivienne hired those men to hurt me.

Not to kill me. That much was obvious. If they had wanted me dead, I would have died in that corridor. This was a warning. She was getting desperate and...