The next morning, Isabelle and Nicholas arrived at the Carter Estate. The butler respectfully said to Nicholas, "Sir, Madam is waiting for you upstairs."
"Izzy, wait for me downstairs." Isabelle nodded, watching Nicholas enter Imogen's room. Nicholas... shouldn't be punished, right?
Waiting was always a long process. Isabelle sat on the sofa, finished a cup of coffee served by the maid, and decided to take a walk. Unexpectedly, after just a few steps, passing by the dining room, she saw an unexpected person having breakfast.
Julia, heavily pregnant, was enjoying a sumptuous breakfast, her expression relaxed and contented as if she were the mistress of the house. Shouldn't she be resting at home? Why was she at the estate?
Perhaps Isabelle's gaze was too direct, Julia sensed a gaze fixe
