Third Person POVBennett set out, following Isabel's hand-drawn map to the place where her mother had fled. Isabel's detailed directions helped her navigate the path toward her former home despite the significant changes the area had undergone since her last visit. "Just in case, call me if you get lost," Isabel reminded Bennett before she set off.Bennett chuckled. "No need. I never get lost."Matilda had always known Bennett as her daughter's trusted confidante. A cloud of doubt began to loom over Bennett's mind as she considered the possible scenarios. What if Isabel's mother was overcome with shame upon their encounter, turning Bennett away without so much as a second glance? Or, shat if all her efforts to mend the relationship were met with rejection and scorn? The thought of it made Bennett's heart sink with dread, but she knew that, for Isabel's sake, she had to try.Bennett knew that no mother would proudly accept a daughter who had fallen prey to her own emotions, engaging
Third Person POVBennett's arms wrapped around Matilda in a gesture of comfort and understanding. “I understand your pain, Matilda, but this happens,” she began. “We don’t have control over everything in life. I’ve been friends with your daughter, Isabel, for a long time. Only I know how deeply she loved Mavis. I wish she never returned to Los Angeles. Sometimes, the path we take leads to unexpected twists and turns, but all we can do is try to make the best of it.”Matilda continued. "I wanted her to come home, Bennett," she said, her eyes distant, as if lost in a memory. “I thought it would be good for her to connect with her new family, to get acquainted with everyone at home. But I had no idea that she was hiding such a big secret. She kept it hidden from me, from everyone, until it was too late until the truth could no longer be denied.” Her shoulders slumped slightly. Bennett’s expression shifted. “You can’t change what’s already happened, Matilda,” she said. “But there’s somet
ISABEL I arrived at work a bit late the following day, only to find myself immediately surrounded by reporters from various media outlets, who had all been waiting patiently for my arrival. As Lucas pulled down my car glasses, I could see them waiting with anticipation. I grabbed my bag and stepped down with Lucas following behind me. "You are free to go, I'll call before my closing hour." "Alright, Ms Isabel." He was almost whispering into my ears. Facing the reporters, I could tell from their frenzied glances and the incessant flashing of their cameras that my manager had already informed them that they should be patient and that I was already on my way to work. The sudden surge of attention, coupled with the fact that I was now the center of a media circus, left me feeling anxious and exposed but it was quite worthwhile. I took a deep breath, trying to calm the nerves that were running rampant throughout my body, and prepared to entertain their queries. The moment I drove in
ISABEL I couldn’t help but laugh at Estelle’s feeble attempts to justify her actions, my amusement only growing when I noticed Mavis, hidden behind one of the delivery trucks. It was almost comical how the once-bold heir to a fortune had been reduced to skulking in the shadows, his expression one of sheer terror. Well, I guess the cat’s out of the bag now, I thought and smiled inwardly. As the criminal investigator made her way over to Estelle, the officer keeping her firmly in place, she tilted her head in frustration and weariness. "It seems like Estelle might have something to say to us," he said. Estelle, having been backed into a corner with no way out, looked like a deer caught in headlights. She shifted her weight from foot to foot, trying desperately to find a way to extricate herself from her situation. But it was too late and it was only a matter of time before she would have to face the music.The investigator wasted no time diving into the heart of the matter, "Good
ISABEL The door opened and Bennett preceded mom. "Where are you taking my daughter?" Mom asked in a commanding voice just asked the uniformed men were about to escort me out of my office. The men halted, turning to face her. "We're taking her in for questioning, ma'am," one of the cops replied. "It's regarding a serious matter." Mom's eyes narrowed. "What kind of matter?" Officer Desmond stepped forward. "It's about the accusations she made against an old friend of hers. We've received evidence that suggests she wrongly accused her of stealing an expensive necklace from her Mall, thereby, trying to tarnish her image." Mom's expression changed from concern to confusion. "What are you talking about? Who is this friend?" Officer Desmond hesitated before responding, "A certain Estelle. It seems your daughter has an animosity against her, and we need to clear up the matter." Mom's voice was firm. "My daughter will never lie, are you very sure of that fact? That she wrongly accused he
Third Person POV Just as it seemed like the investigation was going cold, Mavis intervened, holding up a hard drive between his thumb and index finger. The detectives' eyes fixed on it, intrigued. "What's that?" one of them asked. Mavis replied, "The evidence we need is right here. It turns out Estelle was smart enough to manipulate the footage using steganography when she was left alone at the office of the security officer. Isabel was telling the truth all along." He didn't want to do it knowing it'll get Estelle in trouble but he couldn't watch Isabel suffer further. He knew about it all along, she had told him about it. The investigator carefully took the hard drive from Mavis and inserted it into a nearby computer system. As the footage began to play, the truth became undeniable. The evidence revealed Estelle's guilt, confirming Isabel's claims and shedding new light on the investigation. The detectives watched intently, their expressions stern, as the incriminating vide
ISABELAs Bennett and I arrived home, we were taken aback by the sight of a pregnant lady standing by Eric's gate. Initially, we were too stunned to speak, remaining silent until Lucas drove closer and closer.The pregnant lady, noticing the car, began walking down the path. "Hi, I'm Maria." she said, introducing herself. "I'm looking for Eric, that's his house over there." Her eyes were scanning the surroundings as if searching for something or someone. I exchanged uneasy glances with Bennett, unsure of what to expect of her visit. "Why haven't you called him yet?" I asked, trying to sound unperturbed. "He might not have returned from work, or maybe he's on a night shift," I suggested, attempting to offer a logical explanation. The pregnant lady's expression remained worried, and she replied, "He hasn't been taking my calls. I wonder if you can help me get to him. I really have to talk to him." Her words sounded pitiful and full of concern, leaving me curious about the nature of h
ISABELIn less than an hour, I could hear the ringing of my phone. I picked up and answered. "Hi, were you pulling my legs? Eric asked in his usual jovial manner."I would not do that, it's a serious matter. Where are you?""I just got in the house and I haven't seen a single living thing here," he said amidst laughter.I replied. " Your visitor is waiting at my house," I didn't get any response. "Your visitor is waiting at my house," I repeated, trying to sound calm despite the absurdity of the situation.Eric's laughter stopped abruptly. "What? Who is it?"I hesitated, "You'll see when you get here. Just hurry up, okay?""Okay, okay. I'm on my way," Eric replied, his tone now serious.I hung up the phone and couldn't help but wonder what Eric's reaction would be when he saw his visitor. I got out of bed and made my way to the living room, where the lady was still waiting. She looked up at me with a questionable face, "Eric will be here soon," I said, trying to reassure her so that s