Chapter 22

Isabella's POV

"Get out," I said to the Doctor. Thankfully he was done tending to the wound so he packed up his bag and hurried out of the room. "How dare you!" I glared at him, almost close to murdering him for trying to imply that I am a whore who can be bought.

"I should be the one asking you that" he glared at me but I couldn't care less about his glares at the moment, he was the one who was pushing it by belittling and disrespecting me in front of a man who knew nothing about me. He was reducing me to nothing and that hurts. I was a lot of things but never was I one of those women who are to be bought cheap. I hated it when someone reduced me to nothing when I was something in the eyes of Maxwell and everyone else.

"How could you belittle me?"

"You belittled yourself when you flirted with him"

"With who? What was he talking about?" I was confused. Throughout the night I have not talked to anyone else other than him and even when Castel was trying to be naughty, I composed myself