All Chapters of His Betrayal, His Regret: Chapter 391 - Chapter 400

Isabel’s POVThe little girl stood frozen . Her lower lip trembled, eyes glossy with unshed tears as she stared up at me. I could see the way my expression—sharp, unfiltered irritation—frightened her. But instead of softening, I felt an inexplicable surge of frustration bubbling inside me, hot and irrational. Why? It was just ice cream, just a dress. Why did it feel like something had snapped inside of me?Before I could figure out how to undo the damage, her parents rushed over. They took in the scene quickly—the vivid pink stain on my cream-colored satin dress, their daughter's terrified face—and instantly started apologizing."We're so sorry! She didn’t mean to, she was just excited and—"“We’ll cover the cleaning cost,” her father added quickly. “Or if the stain doesn’t come out, we’ll replace the dress.”Their politeness made me feel even worse. I finally realized just how out of line my reaction had been. My throat tightened with shame, and I forced my features to relax, though

Isabel’s POVThe crisp autumn air slipped through the barely open door, sending a chill under my robe and up my spine. I folded my arms tightly around myself, standing in the doorway, facing the psychiatrist.I hesitated. Letting a stranger into my home—especially one I hadn’t asked for—felt intrusive. But standing here, shivering in the cold, wasn’t exactly productive either."Alright, well... come in," I finally said, stepping aside. "I just need a moment to get more... presentable."Dr. Hensley gave a small nod, stepping inside. "Of course, Miss Sullivan. Take your time."I closed the door behind him and walked upstairs, my thoughts racing. Emerson had sent this doctor without telling me. Did he really think I needed professional help? Was I unraveling so much that he didn’t trust me to handle things on my own?I took my time changing, pressing my hands against my temples in an attempt to clear my mind. The last thing I needed was to seem defensive or unstable in front of a psychia

Isabel’s POVI let out the breath I had been holding as Lila and the gardener continued their hushed conversation. My heart pounded against my ribs, the sound deafening in my ears. She hadn’t seen me. Thank goodness.I swallowed hard and pressed my back against the cold brick wall, straining to hear every word.Stealing another glance around the corner, I saw Lila retrieve a thick wad of cash from the pocket of her coat. She handed it to the gardener, who accepted it with an almost smug expression."You really should’ve paid me sooner," the gardener said, stuffing the money into his pocket. "I had to lie low for a while. Do you know how hard that was?"Lila rolled her eyes, crossing her arms. "You got what you wanted, didn’t you? The job isn’t finished yet. I might have something else for you soon."The gardener raised an eyebrow. "More risks? I thought burying that damn watch was the last of it. You know, making me take the fall was a clever trick, but I ain’t doing this forever."I

Isabel’s POVI was jolted awake by a loud crash. My heart pounded against my ribs as my mind struggled to catch up with my body’s sudden alertness. The door had burst open, and through my blurry vision, I saw Marianne and one of the house servants standing there. Their faces were filled with worry."Miss, are you alright?!" Marianne's voice was breathless, her hands clutching the doorframe as if she'd been running.I blinked, rubbing the sleep from my eyes. My head felt thick with drowsiness, and a yawn escaped before I could stop it. "What…? What's going on?"Marianne hesitated before stepping closer. "You weren’t answering your phone. Mr. Williams called. He sounded anxious. He asked me to check on you. When you didn’t answer the door, he told me to break it open."Her words took a moment to sink in. I looked past her to see my door hanging slightly off its hinges. "You broke my door?""We thought something happened! You’ve been sleeping for far too long, Miss. You never sleep at th

Isabel’s POVI rushed down the stairs, the cool wooden floor pressing against the soles of my bare feet. The nightgown I’d thrown on clung to me like a second skin. The hem fluttered slightly with each hurried step. The soft, silk fabric did nothing to shield me from the cold evening air. But the chill didn't matter. I had to find out what was wrong with Emerson. Why did he sound so panicked?As I reached the bottom of the stairs, I spotted him in the entryway. The moment I saw him standing there, disheveled and breathless, something stirred deep inside of me.Had I… missed him? No. My emotions had been all over the place lately. This… whatever this feeling was… was probably just a side effect of the medication.His eyes darted around the room with an intensity that made my heart race. When he saw me, a visible shudder ran through him.“Isa!” He gasped my name, his voice raw. The panic in his eyes shot through me like an electric current.“What’s wrong?” I asked, my voice shaky. His f