Chapter 152

Isadora: ".

Even now, in a moment like this, this man still couldn't resist making light of things.

All the tangled, overwhelming emotions that had been crashing over Isadora's heart seemed to scatter in an instant. In their place rose a sudden, inexplicable wave of embarrassment. The heavy, suffocating weight she'd been carrying felt a bit lighter, soothed by the flush of shame that crept up inside her.

Just then, two technicians dressed head-to-toe in black appeared, each hauling a professional-grade video camera.

"Mr. Fitzgerald, here's the footage you requested. It's all copied onto this device," one of them said.

Victor took the small device, his gaze unreadable. He tapped the screen, scrolling through the clips with long, elegant fingers.

Everyone nearby held their breath, watching his every move in tense silence.

Suddenly, Victor's hand paused. He arched a brow, then handed the device back to the technician with a simple command. "Play this section for everyone."

the Vaughan family's manor-inside the bedroom, no less? What

camera so that its footage was projected onto the white wall of the Vaughan estate, turning it into an

screen.

flickered to life for all to

out in a cold sweat; the physical pain in her body was nothing compared to the monstrous, all-consuming fear that now threatened to swallow

to comfort her. "Don't be scared, sweetheart. I believe you. If there's really surveillance footage, at least the

to Eleanor's dress, her eyes wide and trembling.

cold,

be utterly ruined." On the video, Pearl appeared at the window, eyes squeezed shut,

room stared in shock, transfixed by the clarity of the

had caught not only every movement, but

had done-pulled in military-grade surveillance just to put

was shaking uncontrollably, staring

lied to

had Pearl seen her mother look at her with such icy eyes-no warmth, no recognition,

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