CHAPTER 97: The Burden of Secrets

　　A few years later, Isabelle stepped out of the luxury car, and the familiar weight of her old secret life pressed on her as she opened the door to their grand isolated mansion.

　　Her heart ached with each step but she wore her usual stoic expression hoping to conceal the storm of emotions that raged within her. She had come too far and sacrificed too much to let herself crumble now.

　　Inside the house, Elizabeth stood by the window and her face was filled with a mixture of joy and sadness. Watching her mother return home always brought a wave of conflicting feelings.

　　Despite their fame and wealth, life within the walls of the mansion felt like a prison to her. She couldn't shake the feeling that something essential was being hidden from her.

　　As Isabelle entered the house, her footsteps echoed through the spacious halls, yet they sounded heavy and worn.