Isabella barely said hello. She had nothing to say to Natalie anyway. Natalie always saved her worst side just for Isabella, and after everything that happened before, Isabella couldn’t shake the feeling that Jordan and Natalie had something to do with her death in her last life. Around Natalie, she never let her guard down.
Natalie just gave a quiet, polite hum and followed everyone into the house. The housekeeper came to help with Cynthia’s luggage, but Cynthia stopped her. “No need to take it upstairs just yet. I bought everyone some souvenirs,” she said with a smile.
The suitcase was left by the sofa, and Cynthia motioned for Isabella and Ethan to sit with her. She didn’t seem in a rush to open it. The housekeeper brought everyone a glass of warm water, then came back holding a big courier envelope—the kind used for sending documents.
“Cynthia, this came for you about ten days ago. You weren’t home, so I kept it safe for you,” the housekeeper explained.
Cynthia looked puzzled as she took the envelope. “A delivery for me? That’s strange. I haven’t ordered anything online. What could it be?”
The housekeeper just shook her head, not sure what to say. She hadn’t opened it, so she had no idea what was inside.
Isabella watched her mom play her part, secretly impressed. Cynthia really had a knack for acting—her confusion seemed so real.
“Open it and take a look, Mom,” Isabella said, playing along. “Maybe you forgot you bought something. Though, envelopes like this usually have documents or something official inside.”
Cynthia gave the envelope a little squeeze. “It’s not very thick,” she muttered, tearing it open. Inside, she found a few photographs.
“Huh, photos? But whose…” Her words faded as she stared at the pictures. All the color drained from her face, and her hand trembled. The photos slipped from her fingers and scattered onto the floor.

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