Isabella's mind buzzed as if a tightly wound string had just snapped.
Agnes was arrested?
How could she be arrested?
Then, everything she had done...
Did the Lancaster family really know everything?
No!
Absolutely not!
Even if Agnes was arrested, she could never admit to it.
Catherine loved her the most.
As long as she denied everything and cried, Catherine would soften her heart!
Her mother couldn't possibly be this cruel.
Isabella scrambled forward on her hands and knees, throwing herself at Catherine's feet and clinging tightly to her legs. "Mom, I was wrong! I was really wrong!"
"Everything that happened in the United Realmon States was a misunderstanding! I was forced, I swear I was forced..."
Crying hysterically, she looked up, grabbed Catherine's hand, and tried to slap herself with it.
"Mom, yell at me, hit me... I know I messed up! On the way back, I thought about it so much. I don't know why I was so stupid..."
She slapped her own face loudly. "Mom, hit me, knock some sense into me! My depression acted up again, the doctor said my emotions are unstable. I lost my mind, I couldn't control myself, that's why I did those things..."
"Mom, just beat me to death! Beat me to death!"
Catherine's hands were trembling.
She stared down at the adopted daughter she had raised for twenty years, looking at her tear-streaked, miserable face.
For two decades, she had truly treated Isabella as her own flesh and blood.
Usually, the moment Isabella's eyes turned red and her voice cracked, Catherine would cave and pull her into a comforting embrace.
Did Isabella really think that crying and begging would make all this go away?
Catherine's face was filled with disappointment and agonizing pain.
She closed her eyes and took a deep breath, as if summoning every ounce of her strength.
She forcefully pulled her hand away.
Then, she shakily shoved Isabella back.
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Isabella froze.
She sat slumped on the floor, staring at Catherine in utter disbelief.
Was this still the mother who had held her in the palm of her hand and adored her for years?
Catherine looked at her with
profound disappointment. "Isabella, stop using depression as a shield. Even if you were diagnosed with depression, it doesnt make you insurgate your cousin into tricking Serena into a death-trap street race!"
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family threw for Serena
just to frame her friends
"And depression certainly didn't make you hire mercenaries to orchestrate that horrifying farce."
Catherine's crystal-clear words drained the color from Isabella's face.
Her lips trembled as she desperately tried to argue. "No... no, I didn't, I just..."
Suddenly, a bright light caught her attention from the side.
She turned her head.
The massive television screen in the living room was on.
Playing in high definition were the video evidence Silas had sent over.
First, there was Isabella and Anna Vinton huddled together, plotting to goad Serena into the deadly race.
She clearly saw Anna smiling with malicious intent.
And Isabella was right beside her, fanning the flames and adding fuel to the fire.
She made absolutely no attempt to stop it.
Then came the footage of Anna failing to poison the drink and immediately selling Isabella out.