Timothy stormed the hospital when he heard Isabella was rescued but was shot. He could not bear the thought of something happening to her. Behind him was Angela, trying to catch up with his pace.

"Timothy, slow down!" Angela called out, her voice strained from the effort of keeping up. But Timothy couldn't hear her over the pounding of his own heart. His mind was solely focused on finding Isabella.

He rushed to the reception desk, nearly knocking over a stack of pamphlets. "Isabella Cassey! Where is she?" he demanded, his voice a mix of fear and urgency.

The receptionist, taken aback by his intensity, quickly checked her computer. "Room...