登入I called Isabella back.Once.Twice.By the fifth attempt, her phone was switched off.I lowered mine slowly."She's in trouble."Damien was already speaking to Adrian, giving him instructions to trace the call and identify its location. Nadia had opened her laptop again, searching through the information we had collected from Northbridge.Nobody was asking me to calm down.Perhaps they had finally realised that I had every reason not to."How long was the call?" Nadia asked."Less than two minutes.""Did she mention anything about where she was?""No. But she said Julian was there, and Daniel was coming."Nadia nodded and began typing.Damien ended his call."Adrian is checking the number. He's also contacting people who might know where Julian has been staying.""How long will that take?""I don't know."I looked at him."Don't give me another answer like that."He approached me."Serena, I understand that you want to find her immediately. But if we rush into a place where we don't
I didn't move.The phone was still pressed against my ear, although the call had ended several seconds earlier.Your mother.Those two words kept repeating in my head.For twenty-four years, I had believed my biological mother was dead. I had seen her name on documents, heard stories about her, and accepted that I would never have the chance to ask her why she had left me.Now Daniel was telling me she was alive.And Isabella was with her."Serena."Damien's voice brought me back to the room.I slowly lowered the phone."Daniel said Isabella is with our mother."Vivienne's face lost its colour."That's impossible."I turned towards her."Why does everyone keep saying that whenever someone mentions my mother?""Because you don't understand what happened.""Then explain it."She looked towards Dr Hayes, who had remained unusually quiet."Samuel, you should tell her."The old doctor shook his head."Some things should come from you, Vivienne."She looked down at her hands.For a moment,
"Because I was only allowed to bring one of you."Richard's confession seemed to drain the air from the room.I stared at him."One of us?"He didn't look up."Serena, please.""No. You don't get to say that and then ask me to be patient."My voice sounded unfamiliar, even to me."Who was the other child?"Richard pressed his palms against his knees."Isabella."I stepped backwards.For years, I had believed Isabella and I had grown up together because Richard had brought us home as children. I remembered her holding my hand when I was frightened of thunderstorms. I remembered the arguments over clothes, the birthday celebrations, the secrets we shared beneath blankets after everyone else had gone to bed.Were those memories real?Had our childhood been another arrangement?"You're telling me you chose me and left Isabella behind?""No.""Then explain what you mean!"Richard finally looked at me."I didn't know I was choosing between you. I was told I was taking one child home for pro
"Julian Cross."I repeated the name quietly, almost as if saying it aloud would make the situation easier to understand.It didn't.For weeks, Julian had existed as a collection of photographs, conflicting documents and rumours. We had been told he was dead, then that he was alive. We had discovered that Alexander might not have been his father, and now Richard was telling me that he had been keeping Isabella alive.I turned towards him."Where is he?""I don't know.""You're beginning to sound like everyone else.""I know where he used to operate. I know the people who worked for him. But I haven't seen him in years.""Then how do you know he has Isabella?"Richard looked at the bracelet."Because Julian was the only person Celeste trusted with that particular arrangement.""What arrangement?"He glanced at Damien."She wanted Isabella protected until you were old enough to understand what happened at Northbridge."I frowned."Why would Julian protect Isabella for Celeste?""Because
"You're looking at her."Vivienne's words hung in the room.I stared at her, waiting for her to explain. Waiting for her to laugh and tell me there had been a misunderstanding.But she didn't.I looked down at the document again.Then at Richard.Then at Victor."Say that again."Vivienne took a careful breath. "You are Celeste's first daughter, Serena."I shook my head."No.""Serena—""No. My mother was Vivienne. That's what the documents said. That's what everyone told me.""Those documents were created to protect your identity.""Protect me from what? Knowing who gave birth to me?"My voice rose before I could control it.Richard stepped towards me, but I moved away."Don't."He stopped.I could see the conflict in his expression, but I had spent too long accepting half-answers from people who claimed to care about me."All my life, I called you my father," I said. "You watched me grow up. You were there when I needed you. And now I'm supposed to believe that the person who raised
For a moment, I couldn't hear anything except the sound of my own breathing.The person ordered to die if the truth came out was me.I looked at Vivienne, waiting for her to take back the words. She didn't."Why?" I finally asked.She glanced towards the window, where Richard and Victor were approaching the house."Because your existence threatens an agreement that was never supposed to be questioned.""What agreement?""The original Northbridge agreement."Damien stepped between us."Enough riddles, Vivienne. If someone ordered Serena's death, tell us who signed it.""I don't know.""Convenient.""I know who authorised it. I don't know whose signature appears on the final document."I turned towards the door."Then let's ask Richard."Damien caught my attention."Serena, we need to think.""I've done enough thinking. My father is outside with the man who disappeared from our estate, carrying an envelope that apparently concerns my death. I want answers.""I won't stop you."His voice







