Then, she said to Alfred, “Alfred, take Isabella back to her room. Staying in the living room isn’t going to help her rest.”
Alfred quickly agreed and called over a few maids to help Isabella up.
Isabella had been deliberately staying in the hall to play the poor, pitiful victim. If she went back to her room, who would she be performing for?
Besides, it was obvious her mother was trying to get rid of her.
Isabella dug her nails into the palm of her free hand. Her eyes were red as she said pitifully, “Mother, I-I want to stay here… Seeing you makes me feel a little more at ease.”
“Isabella,” Catherine’s voice remained gentle, but the look in her eyes held a deep, unreadable meaning. “Your priority right now is to get your health back. Don’t let your grandparents worry, understand?”
That look sent a sharp pang of fear through Isabella’s heart.
Did Mother… guess that she had complained to her grandparents?
Did she guess that Isabella had manipulated them into pressuring her, forcing her to let her stay?
And after what happened just now… with that country girl Serena and her friend making all those sarcastic comments, implying her fever was intentional.
Mother must have believed Serena…
Isabella desperately wanted to defend herself, but meeting her mother’s gentle yet profound gaze, it felt like something was caught in her throat. She couldn’t utter a single word.
In the end, she could only nod obediently, her voice a hoarse whisper. “I understand, Mother. I’ll cooperate with the doctor and get better as soon as possible.”
The maids supported her on either side, while Alfred called for the family doctor to stay in the room next to Isabella’s to monitor her condition.
As she was about to go upstairs, Catherine called out to her again.
A spark of joy lit up in Isabella’s heart. She thought her mother must have seen how weak she looked being helped up and felt a pang of pity and affection.

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