Semua Bab THE DOCTOR'S BEAUTIFUL WIFE.: Bab 121 - Bab 130

**No Turning Back**The underground tunnels stretched endlessly before them, the dim overhead lights flickering as Isabelle, Michael, and Eric moved swiftly through the winding passageways. The confrontation with Aaron had shaken Isabelle more than she wanted to admit. His words lingered in her mind, an unsettling echo of the truth she didn’t yet fully understand."You’re already too deep in this... There’s no going back now."Her pulse raced as she glanced at Michael, who was gripping his injured wrist, his jaw set in frustration. Eric led the way, his movements sharp and controlled, his mind clearly focused on getting them out of there before Aaron or anyone else came after them again.“Where are we going?” Isabelle asked breathlessly, struggling to keep up with their hurried pace.“To someone who might finally give us answers,” Eric replied without looking back. “But we need to move fast. Aaron won’t just let us walk away.”Michael exhaled sharply, his frustration evident. “And wha

** Race Against Time**Michael’s pulse pounded as he followed Evelyn through the dark underground tunnel, Isabelle close behind him. The air was damp, the scent of old stone and rusted metal thick around them. They had no time to waste—Lillian was still in danger.“How far is the exit?” Isabelle asked, her voice steady but laced with worry.Evelyn didn’t slow her pace. “Another two blocks underground, then we surface through an abandoned warehouse. If Aaron’s men are watching, we’ll have to be fast.”Michael glanced back at Isabelle. “Are you okay?”She nodded, determination flashing in her eyes. “I’m with you.”The words gave him strength. He squeezed her hand briefly before focusing ahead. They reached a metal grate, Evelyn pushing it open with effort. Beyond it, a narrow passage led to an old service elevator.“This will take us up,” she said.Michael hesitated. “If Aaron’s tracking us, this could be a trap.”Evelyn smirked. “Everything’s a trap with him. But we don’t have a choice

**The Truth in the Shadows**Isabelle’s hands trembled as she stared at the photograph. The image burned into her mind—a younger version of herself, a woman she didn’t recognize, and Michael… unchanged.Carla was still gripping the edges of the photo, her breathing uneven. “Isabelle, this isn’t normal. This picture—it looks like it was taken years ago, but Michael… he looks exactly the same.”Isabelle swallowed hard. “That’s impossible,” she whispered. “People age. They change.”But deep down, something inside her knew—Michael had always been different. The way he spoke in half-truths, the way he seemed to know things before they happened. The way he always protected her, even when she never told him she needed protection.He had been in her life longer than she realized. And he had kept it from her.Determined, Isabelle picked up the journal again, flipping through its worn pages. Some were filled with notes in Michael’s precise handwriting, others with cryptic symbols and sketches o

**The Hidden Key**The night air was thick with anticipation as Isabelle traced her fingers over the journal’s aged cover. The weight of her mother’s words still echoed in her mind."Only if you’re ready to accept who you are."But who was she, really?Michael and Carla watched her in silence, waiting for her to process everything. The flickering candlelight cast shadows on the walls, making the small study feel even more confined. The scent of old parchment filled the air, mixed with something else—something unspoken yet heavy.Isabelle finally broke the silence. “If my mother knew all of this… if she was trying to protect me, then she must have left something behind. Something more than just this journal.”Michael exchanged a glance with Carla before nodding. “She did. And I think I know where to look.”Carla crossed her arms. “Where?”Michael’s expression darkened slightly. “The house she grew up in. The estate.”A shiver ran down Isabelle’s spine. “You mean the estate we sold year

**The Garden’s Secret**The car rumbled down the dirt road, the headlights casting long shadows as they neared Isabelle’s childhood home. She hadn’t set foot here in years, yet the sight of the familiar wrought-iron gate sent a shiver through her. The mansion beyond stood eerily still, the moonlight reflecting off its old stone walls.Michael parked a few feet away, killing the engine. Silence enveloped them. Carla, sitting in the back seat, peered out the window cautiously.“This place looks abandoned,” she whispered.“It has been,” Isabelle murmured, gripping the book tightly in her lap. “No one’s lived here since my mother disappeared.”Michael turned to her. “Are you sure about this? If the key is really hidden here, someone might be watching.”Isabelle met his gaze, determination burning in her eyes. “Then we better be quick.”They slipped out of the car, moving toward the side of the mansion where an overgrown garden lay hidden behind a crumbling stone wall. The scent of damp ea