Masuk~ ALISTAIR ~My expression dimmed slightly as I pulled back just enough to look down at her properly.“I called you five times. Why didn’t you answer them?” I asked, my voice a little lower compared to earlier.Isla blinked at me, looking genuinely confused by the question. Then, realization slowly crossed her face.“Oh.” She glanced briefly toward the doorway before looking back at me again. “My phone was in the sitting room the whole time.”She lifted a hand awkwardly to tuck a strand of hair behind her ear. “It was Anna who told me my phone kept ringing nonstop.”Then she looked back up at me, her expression softening faintly. “I was about to call you back.”So she wasn’t ignoring me on purpose. Somehow, that fact alone unusually improved my mood. Though my jaw tensed subtly after that. Lately, I had already begun noticing how strangely I was acting whenever it involved her. A single unanswered call from Isla was enough to ruin my peace of mind. Seeing those articles earlier had in
~ ALISTAIR ~The moment the jet landed back in New York, we headed straight toward the waiting car outside the private airport.The weather was gloomy again. Dark clouds stretched heavily above the city while a cold wind brushed against the windows as the vehicle sped down the highway. I leaned back against the seat, exhaustion pressing faintly behind my eyes after the trip to Baltimore. But my mind was nowhere near resting. Everything Mrs. Morris had told me earlier kept replaying inside my head. Allison Reed was Professor Morris’s favored student. Not my mother. The inconsistency sat unpleasantly in my chest. Something about this entire situation wasn’t aligning properly anymore. And the more truths I uncovered, the less stable the foundation beneath everything became.I pressed my fingers between my brows and closed my eyes for a second to ease the faint throb in my head. Evan, who was sitting in the front seat, suddenly cleared his throat carefully.“Sir.”I lifted my eyes in his
~ ISLA ~When I woke up the next morning, the space beside me was already empty.The curtains had been slightly pulled open, allowing soft morning light to spill quietly inside the bedroom. I remained lying there for a few seconds, staring at the ceiling while trying to shake off the heaviness in my chest from yesterday.Alistair had probably left early.The thought didn’t surprise me anymore. He had been so busy these past few days, constantly dealing with one thing after another. Between his company, his mother, and whatever investigation he was secretly handling, it felt like his mind barely had room to rest.I slowly sat up and got ready before heading downstairs.The mansion was quieter as usual. Maybe Alistair's decision was right. Because if we were living together under the same roof with his mother, there would be no peace in this house for sure. But even with the current situation we have, I was still hoping that the bond between Alistair and his Mom would be restored.The m
~ ALISTAIR ~The person standing behind the door wasn’t the one I expected.She looked to be in her thirties, dressed neatly in a beige corporate suit, appearing smart and composed. Her hair was tied back cleanly, and there was a polite smile on her face as she looked at us.My brows drew tight. I turned my eyes toward Evan sharply. One look was enough for him to understand exactly what I meant.Evan straightened subtly before addressing the woman politely.“Good morning, Miss,” he returned the greeting professionally. “We’re looking for Professor George Morris. Does he live here?”The woman’s smile faltered very slightly. Not enough for most people to notice. But I did. Before she could answer, another voice echoed faintly from somewhere inside the house.“Lindsay, darling? Who is it?”The woman glanced over her shoulder immediately.“Mom,” she called back softly. “There are visitors here looking for Dad.”A few seconds later, another figure slowly came into view. An elderly woman ap
~ ISLA ~The bedroom had grown quiet after everything that happened downstairs.Outside, the rain still hadn’t stopped. Water streamed endlessly against the glass while the gray evening sky slowly darkened over the city.I sat curled on the plush sofa near the windows, my hands resting loosely around the untouched cup of tea Anna had prepared earlier. The warmth from it had long disappeared, yet my thoughts remained tangled in the same place.Alistair said he would fix it.Just remembering those words made my chest tighten softly. I already knew what kind of man he was. Once he made a decision, nobody could easily change his mind—not even his own mother. And somehow, that thought made me feel both relieved and uneasy at the same time.A soft sound came from the doorway. I looked up immediately.Alistair stepped inside the bedroom while loosening the tie around his neck with one hand. His expression still carried the exhaustion from earlier, though the sharpness in his eyes eased sligh
~ ALISTAIR ~Evan informed me the moment my mother insisted on returning to Tribeca Heights after her discharge.The second I heard it, uneasiness settled heavily inside me. I already knew this wouldn’t end well. And I was right. Because as I stepped onto the second-floor living area, I saw my mother’s hand strike across Isla’s face. It was too late for me to stop her. The sound had already echoed sharply through the room.Isla staggered slightly from the force, one hand instinctively lifting toward her cheek while shock remained written all over her face. But when I saw the red mark slowly appearing against her skin, my blood boiled, and a dark rage snapped inside my chest.“Who gave you the right to hurt my wife?!” I growled, my voice slicing through the silence hard enough to freeze everyone in place.My mother turned toward me first. The anger on her face faltered instantly the second our eyes met.“Ali—” she uttered softly.But I didn't give her a shred of attention. I walked pas







