Two days had passed in Quinton since the attack had happened. Vincent had appointed his best spies to look for the murderer but nothing was found so far as if the man had disappeared in air. As they had no witness to clarify the situation, it was hard to detect the man who came to kill Isabella. But their investigation went on in full spirit.
Isabella wasn't doing well. The guilt and remorse were engulfing not her body but soul too. Hedy was gone because of her. She should be the one to be killed like that way but an innocent life was gone. Lucien was being extra careful with his behavior. He made sure that Isabella ate and slept well. In night, he would hold her in his arms to make sure that he felt safe. He enjoyed this harmonious feeling between them but at the same time, he feared that it wouldn't last long.