“No... No... L-Liam...” Isabel frantically stuttered, her eyes wide with fear and disbelief.
Victoria, who had been watching felt triumphant. Everything was falling into place perfectly. And so she concealed her satisfaction by swiftly changing her demeanor, adopting a look of concern and innocence as she knelt down to comfort her son, who was also trembling in fear.
“What dead boy, my love?” she asked, her voice soft and soothing, masking her true intentions.
Julian's eyes were wide with horror, still fixed on the scene before him. He struggled to find his voice, his small hands clutching at Victoria's dress. “The boy... the one they were carrying... he looked dead,” he whispered, his voice breaking.
Isabel’s breath caught in her throat as she took in Julian’s words, her heart poundin
