All Chapters of His Unwanted Witness : Chapter 131 - Chapter 140

Isadora went back to her room. She closed the door behind her slowly, as if any loud sound might shatter her thoughts. The room felt too quiet. Too large. The soft lights on the walls only made the silence louder. She walked toward the bed and sat down. Her hands trembled. Amelia’s face would not leave her mind. The cage. The bars. The way the girl begged. Isadora lay back on the bed and stared at the ceiling. Why is he doing this? Why does he keep girls locked like animals? Why does he think he owns lives? Her chest tightened. Amelia was young. Too young. Her eyes held fear that no one her age should ever know. “She is just a girl,” Isadora whispered to herself. She turned to her side. What if Lorenzo never lets her go? What if Amelia never leaves that cage? The thought made her stomach twist. Isadora shut her eyes, trying to sleep, trying to escape her thoughts even for a moment. Then— The door opened. She froze. Slow footsteps entered the room. She did not

Isadora did not wait long.The decision she had made sat heavy in her chest, but it pushed her forward instead of holding her back. She changed into simple clothes, pulled her hair back, and slipped out of her room quietly.The mansion was calm.Too calm.The afternoon light spilled through the tall windows, painting the white tiles in soft gold. Guards moved at a distance, their footsteps steady, their faces blank. No one stopped her. No one questioned her.That alone made her uneasy.She walked slowly, pretending she had nowhere important to be, even though her heart was racing.Every turn she took brought back the memory of that place.The stairs.The cold air.The cries.Amelia.Isadora clenched her fists as she reached the hallway she had memorized in her mind. She slowed her steps, listening carefully.No voices.No footsteps.No sound except the faint hum of electricity.She reached the door.The same door.Plain. Heavy. Metal.Her hand hovered over the handle.She took a deep

Isadora did not stop until she reached her room.The halls felt longer now. Narrower. Like they were closing in on her with every step. Her shoes echoed softly against the stone floor, each sound too loud in the silence. She could still feel his presence behind her, even though she knew he was far away.Her heart was still racing.Her hands shook.She curled her fingers into fists and forced herself to keep walking.Do not look back.Do not slow down.She repeated the words in her head like a prayer.When she finally reached her door, she paused.Just for a second.Her chest rose and fell sharply as she tried to steady her breathing. The anger was still there, burning hot and bright, but fear wrapped around it tightly. The kind of fear that came after bravery. The kind that whispered, What have you done?She reached for the handle.It turned easily.The door opened, and she stepped inside quickly, closing it behind her with a soft click.Only then did her legs weaken.She leaned back

Amelia’s eyes filled with tears. She looked down quickly and wiped her face with the back of her hand. “I’m sorry,” she whispered. “I didn’t mean to cry again.” Isadora shook her head and stepped closer. “You do not have to apologize,” she said softly. “Not for anything.” Amelia took a slow breath, trying to calm herself. They stood there for a moment, the room quiet except for their breathing. Then Isadora spoke again. “Are you hungry?” she asked gently. Amelia looked up, surprised by the question. “Huh?” “I asked if you are hungry,” Isadora repeated. “You have not eaten properly in days.” Amelia hesitated. “I… I do not know,” she said slowly. “I think so. I cannot really tell anymore.” Isadora frowned slightly. “When was the last time you ate?” she asked. Amelia thought for a moment. “i think two days ago ,” she said quietly. “I think.” Isadora’s chest tightened. She forced herself to keep her voice steady. “Then you need to eat,” she said. “Your body needs stre

Isadora walked back into the dining room slowly.The warmth from the kitchen was still there, but something had shifted. The air felt heavier, like the walls were listening. The soft light above the table cast long shadows across the floor. Everything looked the same, yet nothing felt the same.Amelia was still sitting at the table.Her bowl had been pushed aside. The spoon rested untouched beside it. She had finished eating, but she had not stood up. She sat very still, her back straight, her hands folded tightly in her lap like she was afraid to move without permission.Isadora noticed how tense she looked.Amelia lifted her head the moment she saw Isadora. Her eyes moved quickly over Isadora’s face, searching. Reading. Hoping.“Is he gone?” Amelia asked in a low voice.Her voice was careful. Controlled. Like she was afraid even the walls might hear her.“Yes,” Isadora replied softly. “He left.”Amelia released a breath she had been holding for a long time. It came out slowly, uneve