Isabel paced back and forth in the small garden behind her villa.In her right hand, she held her phone tightly, but her thumb hovered close to the call button. She had called Allison more times than she could count. At first, it had been just once or twice out of routine, but now, it had become a nagging ritual—check the phone, see no missed calls, call again, hear the same dead tone.At first, Isabel hadn’t thought much of it. She had deliberately stayed away from Allison for a while. Their relationship was strained—always had been, especially after Emma's return to New York. Allison never treated her with the respect one might expect from a daughter. In fact, there were moments Isabel had felt like a stranger to her own child. So, for the past few days, Isabel had drowned herself in high-end brunches, glamorous parties, and exclusive events to avoid the cold silence that came from her daughter's end.But now… now it had been weeks. No response. No texts. No voice notes. Allison al
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