I kept my expression calm as I pressed on.
"What do you mean by that, Isabella?"
Perhaps she was too pleased with herself, because she answered without hesitation.
"When I was twelve, Sebastian and I were kidnapped together. While we were trying to escape, the kidnapper caught us. I saw he was about to shoot, so I shoved Sebastian forward, hoping he’d take the bullet for me. But instead, my push made him dodge just in time, and I ended up getting shot myself. The funny thing is, Sebastian has always believed I took that bullet to save him."
As she spoke, she pulled down her collar slightly, revealing a faint scar near her collarbone, close to her heart. Smirking, she pointed at the old bullet wound.
"See this? As long as this scar exists, Sebastian will always think he owes me."
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