“Of course. You’re always welcome here.”
Laura Charles didn’t hesitate. Her voice softened, full of concern. “Isabella, what’s going on? Have you been crying?”
She could hear it in Isabella’s voice.
She knew Isabella had been crying.
“I’ll tell you when I get there. I’m calling a cab now.”
“Alright.”
Laura didn’t push for details. She just let it go.
Isabella had come to the beach with Ethan for a holiday, but now she was leaving alone, calling a car to take her back to the city.
She’d barely settled into the back seat when, elsewhere, Jordan and Natalie finally convinced Ethan to take his medicine. They tried for a while to get him to calm down and not take things out on Isabella, but Ethan just sat there, silent, his expression stormy.
After a while, the couple gave up on him. They gave a few instructions to the housekeeper, then left the Adams villa together.
When they stepped outside, Natalie paused, glancing around. “Didn’t Ethan tell the housekeeper to throw Isabella’s suitcase out?”
“Why isn’t it by the door? You don’t think someone took it, do you?”
Jordan shook his head. “I doubt it. This is a gated community, security’s tight. No one just wanders in here.”
“And honestly, who would even want her little suitcase?” he added. “Everyone knows this place belongs to the Adams family. Nobody’s crazy enough to steal something from their doorstep, especially with the cameras watching.”
Natalie frowned, thinking it through. “So, if nobody took it… does that mean Isabella came back for it?”


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