All Chapters of His Betrayal, His Regret: Chapter 211 - Chapter 220

Isabel’s POV“Liam is such a lovely boy, isn’t he?” Marianne said with a warm smile as we stepped into the kitchen. She raised his tiny hand and gave it a playful wave in my direction.Liam giggled, his chubby fingers grasping at the air, and I couldn’t help but laugh softly. “He certainly is. Quite the charmer already,” I said, leaning closer. “Hey, Liam. Are you practicing that wave for your fans?”His giggles grew louder, and Marianne chuckled. “He loves attention. Don’t you, sweetheart?”Liam reached out toward me, his eyes wide and sparkling with innocence. Unable to resist, I offered him my hand, which he eagerly grabbed, babbling incomprehensible syllables with all the seriousness of someone making a grand speech.“Quite the conversationalist too,” I teased, tickling his tiny palm with my finger. He responded with another round of infectious laughter, his joy so pure it seemed to light up the room.As I straightened, I turned to Marianne, my tone shifting. “Does Emerson… spend

Isabel’s POVWhen I opened my eyes, the room swayed in a haze of muted light. My body felt heavy, and the soft hum of voices floated around me. A prickling sensation on the back of my hand made me glance down—a needle was taped in place, connected to an IV. I yanked it out without a second thought, wincing as a sharp sting followed. A small bead of blood bloomed on my skin, smearing as I clumsily wiped it with trembling fingers.Before I could swing my legs over the edge of the bed, the door creaked open. Emerson walked in, flanked by Eric, the family doctor, who carried a quiet professionalism that only made my anger flare hotter.“Isabel, stop,” Emerson said, his voice calm but firm as he crossed the room in long strides. “You need to rest. You fainted earlier.”Rest? The word itself felt like an insult. My chest burned with rage and despair as the fragmented truth of our earlier conversation crashed back into my mind. The missing child. Lilith. Lies.“I don’t need rest,” I spat, my

Isabel’s POVThe sound of Caleb’s car pulling into the driveway broke the stillness. I adjusted the bracelet on my wrist, its hidden blade a comforting weight. As I stepped out of the villa, Caleb leaned casually against his car, flashing me his trademark grin.“Well, don’t you look like a goddess ready to conquer the world,” he said, his voice filled with easy charm.“Flattery won’t get you anywhere, Caleb,” I replied, my tone sharper than I intended.He raised his hands in mock surrender. “Ouch. Someone’s in a mood. But don’t worry, I’m here to fix that.” He gestured toward the passenger seat with a dramatic bow. “Your chariot awaits, milady.”I rolled my eyes but slid into the car without another word. Caleb’s usual chatter filled the silence as he drove, but I found it hard to focus on his words. My mind was a whirlwind of images—my lost child, Emerson’s confession, Lilith’s betrayal.Caleb, noticing my uncharacteristic quietness, glanced over at me. “Hey, you okay? You’re… I do

Isabel’s POV"Isa!" Emerson's shout mingled with Caleb's as they both froze in place. The fear was stark on their faces. Neither dared rush forward, not with Lilith's hands wrapped around my throat. Her nails bit into my skin. I gasped for air. Each breath was a struggle. The pressure was building in my head as dizziness threatened to consume me.Lilith’s grip tightened as she turned her head slowly, her face twisted with a malicious smile. Her eyes glittered with a terrifying mix of hatred and satisfaction, as if she had been waiting for this moment her entire life. The gasps and murmurs of the crowd below us seemed only to feed her frenzy."Why are you all so scared, huh?" she sneered, her voice laced with venom. "Don’t come closer. This is between me and her!" She emphasized the last word with a hateful glare at me. The room fell into a stunned silence, save for the erratic sound of my struggling breaths.Lilith leaned in, her voice dropping low enough that only I could hear her.

Isabel’s POVThe silence in the car was suffocating. I stared out the window, the passing streetlights blurring into streaks of light. My hands trembled in my lap, and I clutched the fabric of my dress. The metallic texture of my bracelet-turned-dagger was still imprinted in my palm. I couldn't stop replaying Lilith’s venomous words in my mind, her twisted smile, and the weight of her confession. He’s already in hell. Go find him."Isa, are you okay? Please, say something. Don’t scare me," Emerson’s voice broke through the heavy silence. But I couldn’t bring myself to answer. My throat felt like it was closing, and my chest ached with a pain that wasn’t physical.Caleb glanced at us from the driver’s seat, his voice a mix of anger and concern. "She’s in shock, Emerson. That crazy woman deserves to rot in hell!"The word hell sent a jolt through my body. My breathing grew erratic, and the trembling turned to full-blown shaking. Emerson noticed immediately, his hands reaching for mine.