"I'll make every single one of them pay for what they did to me!"
Tears streamed down Isabella Knight’s face as her fingers clutched the blanket so hard her knuckles turned white, the veins on her arms bulging with rage.
"Sweetheart, don’t worry. Once you're out of here, I’ll help you get back at all of them," Margaret Blake said softly, tucking her in with a loving look. "Especially Summer—she won’t get away with this."
With that, she turned and left, and the room fell into an eerie silence again.
Isabella was about to rest when fast footsteps suddenly echoed from outside the door. A moment later, a man in black stormed in without even knocking.
Hearing the noise, Isabella forced her injured eyes open and tried to sit up. "Who’s there?!"
Before she could react, a bucke
