POV: Isabelle
The folder dropped from my hands, the papers scattering all over the tiles and I didn't bother to pick them up. I just stood there and stared at them. There were pictures and papers and my dad's signature on a contract dated a few years back before he passed away.
It felt like my lungs were hollow. Just then, Dorian came in from the hall and halted at sight of my expression. He glanced down at the papers, then back at me.
"Isabelle?" He pointed out my body language. "He knew? Please tell me." My voice was steadfast even though nothing else was. "Not only was my father close to Vantage, he was basically at the heart of their operations."
Dorian didn't answer right away but his silence gave me a clue. "You also knew, " I said.
"No Isabelle, it isn't what you think, I learn
