Isabella's mind buzzed as if a tightly wound string had just snapped.
Agnes was arrested?
How could she be arrested?
Then, everything she had done...
Did the Lancaster family really know everything?
No!
Absolutely not!
Even if Agnes was arrested, she could never admit to it.
Catherine loved her the most.
As long as she denied everything and cried, Catherine would soften her heart!
Her mother couldn't possibly be this cruel.
Isabella scrambled forward on her hands and knees, throwing herself at Catherine's feet and clinging tightly to her legs. "Mom, I was wrong! I was really wrong!"
"Everything that happened in the United Realmon States was a misunderstanding! I was forced, I swear I was forced..."
Crying hysterically, she looked up, grabbed Catherine's hand, and tried to slap herself with it.
"Mom, yell at me, hit me... I know I messed up! On the way back, I thought about it so much. I don't know why I was so stupid..."
She slapped her own face loudly. "Mom, hit me, knock some sense into me! My depression acted up again, the doctor said my emotions are unstable. I lost my mind, I couldn't control myself, that's why I did those things..."
"Mom, just beat me to death! Beat me to death!"
Catherine's hands were trembling.
She stared down at the adopted daughter she had raised for twenty years, looking at her tear-streaked, miserable face.
For two decades, she had truly treated Isabella as her own flesh and blood.
Usually, the moment Isabella's eyes turned red and her voice cracked, Catherine would cave and pull her into a comforting embrace.
Did Isabella really think that crying and begging would make all this go away?

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