Propping up her frail body, Isabella immediately stepped into the suite.
She reached for the water pitcher on the table. "Let me pour some water for Grandpa."
Then she reached for a towel. "Let me wipe Grandpa's face."
Except, she was genuinely weak.
And blood was still dripping steadily from her hand.
Every deliberate, slow movement was a masterful display of manufactured misery.
She made herself look as though she had been brutally victimized.
"Isabella."
Kiera looked at her and sighed. "That's enough. We don't... need you here."
"This is the path you chose and the seeds you sowed. No matter how bitter this fruit is, you have to swallow it yourself."
"Stop putting on this tragic performance for us. We're too old to tolerate this kind of manipulation."
Her grandmother's voice was gentle as always.
But the words were piercingly cold.
Isabella froze, her nails digging deep into her palms.
She hadn't expected the grandmother who used to dote on her so unconditionally to become so completely detached.
She pressed her lips together tightly, staring at the two elders who showed absolutely zero emotion.
She could feel it...
They were truly, deeply disappointed in her.
But she couldn't leave.
If she walked out that door and gave up on winning back their favor, she would lose every shred of status and privilege she had in this family.
No one would ever treat her as the Lancaster heiress or the Vinton family relative again.
"Grandma..."
Desperate, Isabella crumpled to the floor in a desperate heap, lowering herself into the dirt. "I'm not asking for your forgiveness, and I'm not forcing Serena to forgive me either. I just want to tell you that what Anna did really had nothing to do with me..."
"I admit, I admit that at first, seeing how much you loved Serena made me a little jealous. But I never once thought about hurting anyone! I really had no idea Anna hated Serena that much. I..."

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