Her mention of the accident raised a dozen questions in my mind.
How did she know? How had she even found out? My gaze narrowed, suspicion crawling under my skin. I took a slow step forward, trying to gauge her reaction. “How did you know that my daughter had an accident?” I drawled out, watching her every movement, every shift in her expression. “How did you know she’s in the hospital?”
Isabelle just shrugged a shoulder. “I’m a new member of the board of her school,” she said. “Not only that, I’m also funding the new race track. Of course, they will inform me of issues like this.”
I stared at her, still processing her words. A new board member of what? Her explanation didn’t sit right, and I could feel the prickling of doubt in my chest. Something about her story didn’t add up. “How d
