Isabella lowered her eyes, her long lashes casting butterfly-like shadows on her cheeks.
As I had hoped, she seemed to be considering the possibility of appealing to that person in Reysland.
I released her, sat up straight, and waited obediently, careful not to disturb her thoughts.
'Go ahead and seek help, my dear aunt, let me see just how much that person in Reysland cares about pawns like you.' I thought.
I despised Owen for concealing the truth and inciting Alyssa to forge my letter, destroying the last remnants of my familial affection.
But I hated Isabella even more for heeding Reysland's directives and causing Abby's death, all for her own selfish desires.
During my ten years at the manor, she and Josephine had devised countless ways to humiliate me.
In winter, they would sca
