But no matter how close to the edge of insanity her jealousy pushed her, she couldn't let a single trace of it show on her face.
She stared at Serena, scrambling over to her and collapsing at her feet. "Serena, please... please help me beg Grandpa and Grandma! I really know I was wrong... I promise, I swear there won't be a next time!"
She held up three fingers, her face a mask of desperate panic and pleading. "I swear, from now on, I will only listen to you. I'll do whatever you tell me to do. I will never, ever have a single bad thought about you again."
She threw herself at Serena's feet.
Looking up, her delicate, pretty face was streaked with tears, looking as frail and pitiful as possible.
Yet this performance failed to provoke even a flicker of sympathy from the three people standing above her.
Serena's expression remained icy and detached, not even bothering to spare her a glance.
Silas's eyes were freezing cold, radiating blatant disgust.
Douglas looked on with clear amusement, like he was watching an entertaining sideshow.
"Sister..."
Isabella gritted her teeth, swallowed her humiliation, and began to violently slap her own face, trying to amplify her manufactured misery.
The sharp, violent sounds echoed in the quiet room. Serena couldn't help but twitch the corner of her mouth, glancing down at her.
This Isabella... she really had no limits when it came to abusing herself.
The entire Penance Play routine.
And now this aggressive self-harm?
Just how far was she willing to go?
"I'm sorry, sister..."
"I'm sorry, sister..."
Isabella was truly committed to the bit.
With every brutal strike to her own face, she choked out a tearful apology.
One slap after another.
Each hit was heavy and real.
She didn't hold back an ounce of strength.
After a dozen brutal strikes...
When Isabella finally stopped, her cheeks were bruised violently red, her skin
scratched and bleeding from her own nails.
She had always relied on a soft, fragile aesthetic.
This desperate collapse.
This brutal self-harm.
The scratches were genuinely shocking to look at.
It did add a tangible layer of pathetic desperation to her image.
And her face was twisted into a mask of pure, unadulterated remorse, seemingly
devoid of any ulterior motive.
Even though the Vinton
grandparents were deeply
disappointed in her, seeing the girl
they had doted on and treated as
their own granddaughter for twenty
years reduce herself to this state finally made their expressions waver slightly.
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They frowned deeply, turning their heads away, unable to watch the gruesome display.
However, they didn't speak up to stop her.
The person Isabella had wronged was Serena.
Even though they were Serena's grandparents, they had no right to grant forgiveness on her behalf.
Whether she was forgiven or not was entirely up to Serena.
And they would never interfere with Serena's decision.
"Enough."
Serena frowned, watching the blood trail down Isabella's bruised cheek.
"This is my grandparents foom! You're disturbing their rest
"I-I'm sorry..." Isabella maintained her
hyper-submissive posture,
immediately apologizing the second Serena spoke Content belon FindNovel.net
She really did have impressive self-control.
She genuinely sounded like she was apologizing from the bottom of her heart.
Serena was entirely uninterested in listening to her weep and wail. "Get back to your own room."
Holden had just undergone major surgery and needed emotional stability.
Kiera was still resting and preparing for her own upcoming surgery.
Neither of them could afford any emotional distress right now.
If Isabella kept throwing these hysterical tantrums, it would inevitably take a toll on
them.
Especially right now...
It was incredibly irritating.