CHAPTER NINETY ONE

ELLA'S POV

"Oh no," I breathed, panic surging through me. I glanced at Trent, his expression mirroring the dread I felt.

"And who exactly are you people?" The nurse demanded, her eyes narrowing.

Trent straightened his shoulders. "We're her family. We were just coming to check up on her."

But the nurse wasn't having it. She reached for the phone on the wall. "Security, we have a situation here in room 315," she barked into the receiver. "Two individuals claiming to be social workers, but I believe they're imposters."

Desperate, I surged forward and gripped her arm. "Please, you have to listen to us.

But the nurse pulled away, her expression hardening. "Security is on their way. I suggest you two come quietly before this escalates further."

Trent leaned in, his voice barely above a whisper. "Ella, we have to get out of here. Now."

I hesitated, my gaze darting between the nurse and Lydia's prone form on the bed. But the sound of pounding footsteps in the hallway spurred me into action.