Third Person's POV :
Isabel returned home, her steps heavy as she headed straight to their room. She winced slightly as she checked her wound, carefully applying more ointment. The pain had eased a little since she had applied the medicine earlier in the morning, a small mercy she was grateful for. At least Olivia hadn’t noticed the burn—if she had, Isabel was certain Mason wouldn’t have survived her wrath.
"Isabel... May I arrange lunch for you?" Martha’s voice cut through the quiet, startling Isabel. She quickly pulled her collar up, hiding the mark on her neck.
"No... I already had lunch," Isabel replied, her voice steady, though her heart raced. Martha gave a nod and quietly left the room.
With a sigh, Isabel turned her attention to the pile of assignments waiting for her. The dead
