Semua Bab THE EXTRAORDINARY BRIDE OF THE WYNDHAM FAMILY : Bab 181 - Bab 190

Dinner that night should have been peaceful, but both Isla and Gabriel carried the weight of a long and tiring day. The table was quiet except for the soft sound of Gabriel’s knife cutting through his steak. He chewed slowly, trying to relax his tense shoulders. Across from him, Isla wasn’t even touching her food. She was pacing the dining room with her phone pressed to her ear. “I’m sorry, Betsy. I’m really busy this week,” Isla said gently. “But I promise I’ll come by next week… even if it’s just for two days.” Gabriel froze. Two days? His hand stopped mid-air. Then he slowly put down his cutlery, folded his napkin carefully, and wiped his mouth. The simple motion could not hide the worry that flashed across his face. Two days without her? Two entire nights? He didn’t know how to feel. Isla continued her call, walking back and forth with her usual business seriousness. She and Betsy were discussing the final details for the launch of Isla’s newest product—a yellow diamond pe

For a long moment, neither of them spoke. Gabriel stared at her as if seeing her with new eyes. Not as his wife. Not as the young woman who walked into their family quietly. Not as the woman he had grown attached to. But as a leader and a visionary. As a woman who carried Alfred Wyndham’s spirit in her heart. He breathed in slowly, feeling something shift inside him. Pride, respect, and something deeper—something he couldn’t name. “You’re incredible,” he whispered, but the words barely left his mouth. Isla lowered her eyes shyly, but the determination on her face didn’t fade. “Gabriel,” she said, “I want to make his dream alive again. And I need your support. Your guidance. Your strength.” “You have all of it,” he said immediately, without hesitation. “Everything.” Their eyes held each other for a long, quiet moment. And in that silence, they both understood something clearly: This was no longer Alfred Wyndham’s dream alone. Now…It was their dream. Something they would bu

The next day, Isla arrived at the office much earlier than usual. The sun was still soft and pale outside, and the building felt calm and quiet, like it was still waking up. She walked through the hallway with a steady pace, her heels clicking lightly against the clean tiles. For some reason, she felt unusually alert today, as if something inside her was pushing her to come early. As she approached her office, she saw someone already at work. Her secretary, Miss Martin, was seated behind her desk, typing quickly. Isla paused for a brief moment, surprised and impressed. It had been only one day since she hired her, yet the woman already looked settled and confident. Isla felt a small, warm smile grow inside her chest, though she didn’t show it on her face. She simply continued walking to her office. Her PA’s office was made of clear glass and was positioned right beside her own. From where Isla sat, she could easily see whatever happened inside. She liked this arrangement. It made wo

The corridor outside the operating room was filled with noise and tension. The whole place smelled like medicine. Everyone waiting there felt their hearts beating faster. Isla stood by the wall, pacing back and forth. Her clothes were soaked with Miss Adams’s blood, and her hands were stained with it too. She could still feel the warmth of it on her skin, and it haunted her. Her legs felt weak, and her mind felt heavy, as if a dark cloud had settled inside her chest. Not far from her, Gabriel sat on a bench, his elbows on his knees, his hands clasped tightly together. His head was bowed, like he was praying silently. He was not praying for Miss Adams alone. He was praying for Isla—praying she wouldn’t break completely. He saw the fear in her eyes, the guilt weighing her down, and it scared him more than anything. Down the hall, Diana, John, and Maya—Isla’s heavily pregnant sister—hurried toward them. Their faces were pale and filled with worry. They joined the growing circle of pe

Diana dressed herself in a pure black outfit from head to toe. Her jacket, her long skirt, even the gloves on her hands were black. Only her skin wasn’t. Her eyes were fully hidden behind dark glasses. Anyone who saw her would think she was a shadow moving through the building. She walked straight into the correctional facility without fear. The guards at the entrance did not stop her. They already knew who she was, and why she was there. A warden met her halfway and silently guided her down a long hallway. The hallway was cold, the walls thick, and the lights dim. Finally, they reached a quiet, spacious empty room. The warden opened the heavy metal door for her. It made a deep scraping sound as it pulled open. Diana stepped inside, her heels clicking loudly on the hard stone floor. Anna was already there. She stood behind a metal table, wearing her light blue prison uniform—simple, rough-looking shirt and pants. Her hair was tied in a low ponytail, her face calm but sharp, like s