YSABELLEMy fingers tightened around the phone. I couldn't believe I heard his voice again after a long time.“Connor?”“Is my mother okay?” My lips parted as I walked back and forth, and I didn't know how to answer his query.“Where are you?” I instead asked.“Is my mother doing well?”He instead repeated.I tightly shut my eyes in frustration. “Yeah, she's doing better in our hands than yours.”“I need her back.”I rolled my eyes and walked to the window, gazing outside the house to see if there were still reporters outside. I guess he already knew about my father's issue, that's why he wants to attack anytime now, and he started to attack me by taking his mother.“Don’t drag her in your mess, Connor. She’s sick and I know you know it too well.”“She’s my mother, so it's my decision whether she stays in your hands or not.”My jaw clenched. “Just surrender, Connor. You will only get a light sentence if you do. Stop adding to the fuel.” I said with gritted teeth.What does he want? H
YSABELLE“Ronan, can't you knock?!” I couldn't help but exclaim at his sudden appearance at the door. He startled me to death, wearing that long face.He stared at me intently before lowering his eyes to my hands behind my back.“What's that?” My fingers tightened around the phone. “I'm not hiding anything.”“Belle.”This time, he used his warned tone, which made me gulp anxiously. Even if I lie to him, he will still find out. So I should come clean before he spews fire.I handed him the phone.“I found this under my father's bed.” He seemed stiffened while staring intently at the phone, which made me frown. “What? Is it suspicious? Let's open it. Maybe we can find something–”“I'll take care of this.” He immediately grabbed the phone from me.“Don't be selfish. I want to see–”“Belle, we will surrender this to the police.”I stopped. Seriously? Can he at least investigate if the police’s accusation was true or not? Does he really believe them that my father killed Shaine? Just b
YSABELLEWhen we arrived at the mansion in Nice, Ashton was burning. So we immediately called an in-house doctor to check if he was severely sick. Thank God, he's not critical.Ashley was now with Cleo in her room. She was so worried about Ashton that she couldn't stop crying. Cleo calmed her down before we arrived.However, my aunt is nowhere. She left when they arrived here and didn't even tell Cleo where she was going.I wonder where she is.After dinner, I have my dinner with Ashton in his room and I'm glad he's not picky in food, unlike Ashley when she's sick. After an hour, he goes back to sleep.While tucking him in his bed, the door suddenly opened and Ronan came in with milk for Ashton.“How is he?”“His fever went down.”I accepted the milk and drank it instead of my son because he was already asleep; it would be a waste if I didn't. “That's good.”He sat at the bedside of Ashton and kissed his forehead. He then strokes Ashton's hair with his warm and big hands.“He rarely
YSABELLE I tapped my fingers on the table while waiting for the iced tea I ordered for myself while the woman in front of me was waiting for her coffee.My adoptive mother.We were in silence for five minutes after she asked me for tea. I glance at Cleo at another table, having her own iced tea while taking a picture of meI bet she's going to send that to Ronan.“What a coincidence.” I was startled when she suddenly spoke out.“Yeah.”I don't know why I felt awkward to be with her. Seeing her after years was really new to me.Our relationship faded when Dad died. She became cold to me and I always noticed her dislikes towards me.However, staring at her now seems like she changed.When our orders arrived, I immediately sipped at my iced tea to refresh myself.Noticing her silence, I started to talk first because I couldn't take this awkwardness between us.“Why are we here? Do we have something to talk about?”“I heard about the issue.”My hand tightened around the glass.“I still d
YSABELLE “You're quiet.”I was startled at Cleo’s voice in front of me, almost forgetting her presence for hours.“I'm listening,” I said She's ranting something about her love life and career life but here I am, spacing out instead of helping my cousin to move on from that cowardly jerk for throwing their relationship like trash. She opened another can of beer and handed it to me. I looked down at my beer and didn't notice it was empty again.With a sigh, I took it from her and drank almost half of it.“What did that woman say and you are dumbfounded like that?”“My adoptive mother and father are not actually married.”She just shrugged. “That was a trend. Living with the partner before marriage.”“Not that… Why does have Dad to make a big lie like that just to–”“Ask the deceased, Ysabelle.” Hse sarcastically said, which made me frown. “It's already in the past. Your adoptive father is already resting and your adoptive mother seems to be having a great life. Don't be stuck in the
YSABELLEMy hands were trembling as I pushed Ronan and got off the bed while glaring at him with disbelief.I couldn't believe my ears.“Are you fucking messing with me, Ronan?” I exclaimed with gritted teeth.Is he hearing himself? Does he think that's a funny joke? He sighed deeply and got off the bed and put on his pants.“The phone you found in your father's bedroom… The evidence is in there, Belle. I saw it with my own eyes.” My hands curled into fists as I stared at Ronan with watery eyes. “It's not my father, Belle. It's Mr. Cortez all along.”***I am staring blankly in the mirror, trying to forget what Ronan had said to me last night. Though I was quite drunk, I still remember every word he said.My father… I tightly shut my eyes when his face flashed through my head.What happened to our family? If my mother is here… will she feel more betrayed? But they were obviously forced to be together."Belle, do you want to confront your father?"I immediately opened my eyes and f
YSABELLE I walked back and forth with Ronan in front of me. He's holding the phone and even looking closely inside to get more information.I was shaken just by remembering Paul, and now he's calling the phone, which I think he's connected to my aunt.But did that phone really belong to my aunt?“Do you think this belongs to your aunt?”I stop and gaze at Ronan as we have the same thoughts about it.“I found the phone in my father's hospital room. Who else is coming in and out of the room, except us two?”He sighed heavily, causing me to let out a breath as I sat opposite him.I looked at the door, making sure my aunt was not coming back to my room.It didn't cross my mind that she was the one who was helping Paul get away from the authorities. “Let's run a fingerprint test.”I immediately looked at Ronan. “Would that be possible? I touch the phone too.”“So do I. But since it's a burner phone, we can't locate the real owner of the phone.”“Did you find anything?” He shook his head,
YSABELLE I walked back and forth at the main door, waiting for Ronan's arrival. I was anxious and regretted that I didn't force myself to go with Ronan to the police station in Paris where Connor was detained.As soon as we saw the news, I was about to head upstairs, but Ronan was already running down the stairs while putting on his jacket.The authorities called him about Connor's willingly surrender to the police. Ronan didn't want me to go with him. Seeing his raging eyes, I choose to obey him and stay in the house.The issue between him and Connor needed to be solved first before mine. And now, here I am, waiting for him because it's getting dark.“He's still not here?” I looked behind me to see Cleo. “What if he killed Connor and was now in jail instead of that lunatic–”“Stop,” I warned her with gritted teeth. And I was more annoyed that she snorted and was on the verge of cracking up.“I'm just trying to make you laugh.”I rolled my eyes. “It's not funny, Cleo.”“Sorry.”She