No answer.

Isaac stopped trying to call. He changed into a set of casual black clothes and left.

He drove to the Lynette Mansion, only to find Brittany's room dark.

After some thought, he dialed Brittany's number again.

This time, someone picked up: "Caspian."

With a tone full of irony.

Isaac leaned back into the leather seat, his voice lazy: "I'm downstairs, come out."

"I'm not at the Lynette family."

Brittany snorted softly.

"Then where are you?"

"Derek's in Craneville. I'm at the Bishop family," Brittany answered truthfully. "I have a question for you."

Isaac, with one hand on the steering wheel, turned the car around, heading straight for the Bishop family. "Shoot."

"Was your car accident because of me?"

"I heard it was pretty bad. Were

slammed on

forward, screeching to

snapping him back to reality.

the brakes, felt

It was her fault.

had suffered so much, and she had completely

feelings for Isaac, she might not have felt any empathy at all. Isaac sensed her mood and reassured her: "It's not

for life. It's what I'm

wait for me. I'll be there

eyes.

an hour later, the sound of a car

come down, or should I come

"I'll come down."

of bed, slid into her slippers, and quietly

home wasn't as grand as the Lynette Mansion, but it still spoke of a family on the rise, with its villa built in a showy manner. Brittany pushed open the

car door, and before Isaac could react, she dove into his arms, inhaling his scent,

arms around her waist, closing the car door with his

upset about

grabbing his shirt, her eyes reddening: "Take off your

Isaac froze: "Now?"

car, didn't seem

his chest: "I just want to

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