Chapter 47{Check Your Brain}
Isabella was exhausted, both physically and emotionally. The events of the day had taken a toll on her, but she pushed through for the sake of her children.
As they clung to her, their small arms wrapped around her legs and waist, she couldn't help but feel a wave of love wash over her. Despite everything that had happened, they were still there with her, loving and needing their mother.
She ruffled their hair gently, managing a weary smile despite the weight of exhaustion.
The three kids clung to their mother like little koalas, their small bodies seeking comfort from her presence.
Isabella's heart swelled with love as she looked down at them. Despite the chaos and uncertainty in her life, these three little beings were all that mattered to her.
"Hey there," she said softly, reaching down to stroke their hair gently.
"You guys are being extra clingy today."
Isabella's heart melted at the sight of them in their matching pajamas, looking so adorable and precious.
She crouched down to their level, her arms open wide for a group hug.
"Aww, I missed you guys too," she said softly.
"Did you have fun with auntie?"
The kids nodded eagerly, their faces lighting up with excitement as they remembered their time spent with grandma.
"We had so much fun!" one of them exclaimed, bouncing on the balls of her feet.
"We played games and watched movies and ate ice cream!" another chimed in.
"And we made crafts!" added the third child proudly holding up a handmade craft project.
"That's great."
The kids continued to chatter excitedly, each one eager to share their favorite moment from their time with grandma.
Isabella listened intently, her heart swelling with joy at their happiness. Despite the stress and chaos of her life outside these walls, she knew that these moments with her children were what truly mattered.
As they continued to talk and show off their crafts, Isabella couldn't help but smile softly. In this moment, everything felt right in the world.
After listening to the kids' stories and admiring their crafts, Isabella noticed how tired they were starting to look.
"Okay guys," she said gently.
"It's time for bed."
The kids protested in unison, not wanting the fun to end just yet. But their yawns and heavy eyelids betrayed their exhaustion.
Isabella chuckled softly at their stubbornness but stood firm.
"Come on, you little sleepyheads. Time for bed."
They slowly got ready for bed. After brushing their teeth and changing into pajamas, they crawled into bed and snuggled under the covers.
On the end Chozen was sitting at his desk and he saw his assistant Zal.
"Have you found the Miracle Worker?" Chozen asked coldly his four men who stood there and his assistant Zal who held the file.
"Lord Chozen, we haven't found the Mircale Worker. But the Mircale Worker sent a message," Zal shuttered he didn't want to say the words out loud though.
"And…?"
Zal swallowed hard, feeling a bead of sweat trickle down his forehead.
"The...the Miracle Worker sent a message." He repeated hesitantly, looking up at Chozen with a mixture of fear and uncertainty.
Chozen leaned forward in his chair, his eyes narrowing as he fixed Zal with an intense gaze.
"What did it say?"
Zal's heart pounded in his chest as he held out the file in his trembling hands.
"It...it said Mr. Beaufort, I heard that you need your brain checked, my surgery is expensive you are far to arrogant and aren't to worthy." He said, trying to keep his voice steady but failing miserably.
Chozen's expression darkened as he read the message. He clenched his jaw, his knuckles turning white with anger.
"Is this some kind of joke?" he said coldly, his eyes burning into Zal's.
Zal shook his head vigorously, beads of sweat dripping down his forehead.
"N-no sir," he stammered.
"The message is real."
Chozen slammed his fist down on the desk in frustration, causing Zal and the four men to flinch.
"This Miracle Worker is playing with fire," he growled.
"They have some nerve sending me a message like this."
He took a deep breath, trying to calm himself down.
"Find out everything you can about them," he said coldly.
"I want their identity - I want them found."
As the men left and Chozen was alone in his office, he turned his gaze to the other folder piece of paper on his desk.
He knew it was Isabella Willow's information but for some reason he hesitated before unfolding it. A strange mixture of curiosity and trepidation filled him as he picked up the paper and began to read.
As Chozen read through the file on Isabella Willow, he couldn't help but feel both intrigued and frustrated. The information in front of him painted a picture of an intelligent and accomplished woman who had overcome numerous obstacles.
But there was also something missing - some piece of the puzzle that didn't quite fit. He couldn't put his finger on it, but something about Isabella Willow seemed to elude him.
He closed the file and leaned back in his chair, deep in thought.
Despite his attempts to focus on other matters, Chozen found himself unable to shake the thought of Isabella Willow from his mind.
He couldn't understand why he was so fixated on her - after all, there were more pressing concerns at hand. But there was something about her that just wouldn't let go.
He sat there for a long moment, his mind racing with thoughts of her. He knew that he needed to focus on his work, but he couldn't help but wonder who this mysterious woman really was.
Isabella was lounging in her VIP room, sipping on a glass of champagne as she thought about the message she had sent to Chozen earlier that day.
She couldn't help but smile at the thought of him seething with anger at her words. It was satisfying to know that she had gotten under his skin.
But as she sat there sipping her champagne, she couldn't help but wonder if Chozen would actually try to find her.