Chapter 83 What She Refused to Lose

The room was quiet.

Too quiet.

Not peaceful.

Controlled.

Everything in it had a purpose.

The bed.

The chair.

The small table.

Nothing soft.

Nothing unnecessary.

Even the silence—

felt placed.

Isabella sat on the edge of the bed.

Still.

Not because she was calm, she could not stay calm i...

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