Once seated in the wheelchair, Esmeralda let out a small sigh of relief. The physical exertion, though minimal, had drained her. Isabella knelt beside her, adjusting the blanket over Esmeralda's lap. "Are you comfortable?" she asked.
Esmeralda nodded faintly. "Thank you," she whispered.
Isabella smiled reassuringly and stood, gripping the handles of the wheelchair firmly. She turned toward the guards who had been assisting. “Pack up all of Esmeralda’s belongings from the car and take them to her room,” she instructed. “We’ll be in the living room. Let me know once the guest room is fully prepared.”
The guards nodded, their movements brisk as they began unloading Esmeralda’s things. Isabella glanced down at Esmeralda, her expression softening. “Let’s get you inside. You’ve had a long day
