William smirked lazily, his sharp gaze fixed on Isabelle. His tone carried a hint of mockery.“So, Princess Isabelle, is there anything else you’d like to say?”
Isabelle clenched her fists. She only had one thought: she couldn’t let William look down on her.
Take care of him for a few days? She thought to herself. How hard can that be? Surely his injury wouldn’t take months to heal.
“I’ll do it,” Isabelle replied firmly, her voice steady.
William’s smile widened. Just as he thought, Isabelle hadn’t changed. She still rose to the bait every time.
“Great,” he said. “Wait here. You’ll come back with me later.”
Isabelle nodded but hesitated for a moment. “First, I need to talk to
Edward’s servants. I’m worried the they might not take proper care of him while I’m gone.”
Her intention was
