Chapter 1362 - 1364: I Have Already Prepared for the Worst

You understood this long ago, didn’t you?

Why does hearing her decisive words now still make your heart feel so suffocated?

...

Liam Donald was handling the follow-up matters, and Sophie Sullivan couldn’t help him with anything, so she simply left.

Returning to the castle, Sophie sat on the sofa. Gaby swaggered over, jumped onto the sofa, and lay down beside her, resting his head comfortably on her legs.

Sophie had a terrible headache, so she called a masseuse to help massage her head and relieve the headache.

Under the skillful massage of the masseuse, the pain gradually eased.

She opened her eyes and signaled the masseuse to stop. Lucifer brought over a cup of warm milk and said, "Cecilia Branford, have a sip."

"Lucifer, hand Isabel over to me." Accepting the milk, Sophie didn’t rush to drink it but held it in her hand, feeling the warmth gradually spread into her palm.

Lucifer sat down beside her, rubbing Gaby’s big head with one hand, "Have you decided on how to deal with Isabel?"

Sophie nodded thoughtfully, "I don’t believe Isabel is such a principled person. Since she can’t say where Herman and Jennifer are, there are only two possibilities."

The two exchanged glances, Lucifer continued her thought, "One is, she truly doesn’t know. The other is, something has happened to Herman and Jennifer, and to protect herself, she is deliberately leading you to think they are still alive."

Only if Herman and Jennifer are still alive can Isabel keep her life; she still has a reason to live.

Sophie nodded and leaned on Lucifer’s shoulder, "If Herman and Jennifer were truly alive, Andres wouldn’t keep holding on without asking for conditions. Lucifer... I’ve already prepared for the worst."

Lucifer wrapped his arm around her shoulder and sighed heavily, "Cecilia Branford, you’ve done enough. Even if Herman and Jennifer know, they won’t blame you."

"I hope..."

In the evening, Isabel was sent back to the castle. In the cold basement, she met with Andres. Besides the father and daughter, Isabel’s Mommy was also there.

A family of three gathered in a sorry state.

"Daddy, Mommy..." Isabel cried out.

Margaret’s glory was no more; the once magnificent and extravagant noble lady had long become a prisoner.

Seeing her beautiful daughter turned into such a terrifying state, she was deeply shocked, "My poor Isabel, how did your face turn into this?"

"Waa... It’s all that lowly Cecilia Branford!"

Andres leaned against the wall, his wounds not healed, his whole body in pain.

Seeing his precious daughter’s condition made his heart ache even more.

Margaret turned to Andres, choking with emotion, "Andres, what should we do? Cecilia Branford won’t let us go, are we just going to sit here and wait for death?"

"To the victor goes the spoils." Andres closed his eyes, uttering only these four words.

He had lost all his fighting spirit and had no chance of turning the tide anymore.

Nowadays, Cecilia Branford has returned, and she hasn’t come back alone. Standing behind her is Lucifer, along with the President of K Group, Thomas Shannon.

Lucifer himself, he could barely contend with, but... the formidable K Group.

He wouldn’t dare to fight against overwhelming odds, seeking his own demise.

"Daddy..." Isabel cried, her face already ruined, how could she not hate?