Chapter 133

ISABELLA'S POV

I sat at the edge of my couch, my mind a storm of thoughts.

It's been three days.

Three days since I’d stormed out of Scarlett’s place, a trip of reconciliation that had quickly developed into something else I didn't bargain for.

Now, it was followed by her trying to reach out to me, forwarding. desperate and pleading in the text messages...

I had ignored them all, as if refusing to acknowledge them would make the gnawing suspicion less real.

My gaze drifted out of the window. Inside me, there was only a deepening gloom.

The things I had seen that day, the contracts with Xander, strange inconsistencies in Scarlett’s defense—it had all begun to fester like an open wound.

No, something isn’t right.

The words escaped my lips in a low murmur, barely audible.

I needed answers. And I needed them now. I picked up my phone, quickly dialing Claire’s number and agitation in my veins.

“Good morning, Dr. Isabella,” Claire’s voice greeted me, bright and efficient as always.

“Morn