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Beside her was a man in a suit, his presence striking, though his features were obscured from Phyllis’s view.
“Isabella? What the hell is she doing here?” Phyllis murmured under her breath, her tone a mix of confusion and annoyance.
“The news about Ms. Patton’s arrival must have been leaked,” Eliza said with a facade of innocence, her voice low and tinged with curiosity. “It seems Isabella is also keen on learning from Ms. Patton. Perhaps she doesn’t know yet that Isabella has been kicked out of our home. It looks like we might both end up as her students!”
Phyllis’s face clouded over with concern at Eliza’s words. She hurried forward, her intent clear—to intercept Isabella before she could make any influential connections. However, Isabella was already moving swiftly toward the Room of Emerald, the hotel’s most exclusive and private room.
Phyllis was perplexed. Why would Isabella head to the Room of Emerald? Eliza, catching up, shared her mother’s surprise. “Mom, that room isn’t just open to anyone. It seems Isabella is more connected than we thought. She must have some very impressive friends.”
“What sort of friends could she possibly have?” Phyllis muttered bitterly, her mind racing with unfavorable assumptions. Could it be that she somehow climbed up the ladder of society by seducing some rich old man? That would put a grim stain on the Chapman family’s reputation.
Disgust momentarily overtook her as she grappled with these thoughts, but there was little time to dwell. With a sense of urgency, Phyllis pulled out her phone and dialed Lynda.
“Apologies, I’m currently handling an urgent matter.” Lynda’s voice was detached and brisk over the phone before she promptly ended the call.
Despondency overwhelmed Eliza, her spirits plummeting as she masked her face with her hands, tears trickling between her fingers.
Jeffry encircled her with his arms, his voice imbued with gentle assurance. “Don’t worry, Eliza. There’ll be more opportunities. We’ll find another way.”
Meanwhile, Lynda placed her phone back on the cushion beside her. Her brother Glenn had orchestrated an immediate family gathering following the discovery of his long-lost daughter.
“Isabella must have been through a lot over the years,” said Kristine Patton, sitting elegantly beside Lynda. She had striking features, exquisite makeup, and was dressed in a luxurious gown. Though she projected the image of a refined lady, her expression betrayed a deep-seated concern.
Lynda responded thoughtfully, “I heard her former family had treated her quite well. She might not have faced the hardships we imagine.”
Kristine’s reply was laced with conviction. “It’s crucial that we extend our warmth and support to her.” Lynda affectionately stroked Kristine’s head, taking pride in her student’s good character.
Kristine was adopted by the Patton family. Her acceptance of Isabella highlighted her generous spirit and kindness. She was not concerned that Isabella’s return would threaten her status.
In the corner, Elaine Patton sat quietly, her gaze fixed on the door, eager and expectant. Kristine caught the intensity of Elaine’s gaze, feeling a stir of unease.
Finally, the door opened, revealing the driver first, who stepped aside to let the others come in.
The young woman who entered looked gorgeous, her aloof and exquisite features mirroring Elaine’s strikingly enough to affirm their kinship. Kristine felt an inexplicable hollowness at the sight. Elaine, unable to contain her emotions any longer, surged forward.
“My daughter!” she exclaimed as she enveloped Isabella in a tight embrace, her tears flowing freely.
Isabella stood momentarily stunned by the intensity of the welcome, her hands hesitantly patting Elaine’s back. A newfound warmth blossomed within her—a familial warmth. So this was what it felt like to have a loving family…
“Let Isabella sit down first.” Glenn’s voice was gentle.
As they settled onto the sofa, Elaine clung to Isabella, trying to steady her voice through her tears. “Isabella, I’m so sorry it took us this long to find you. You must have endured so much.”
“It’s okay. I’m alright.” Elaine’s tears, warm and earnest, dripped onto Isabella’s hand, leaving her somewhat at a loss. Touched by such a heartfelt display, she gently reassured Elaine, “Don’t cry, Mom. We’re together now.”
The term “Mom” seemed to spark a profound joy in Elaine, her voice quivering as she responded, “Yes, you’re back. And I promise to make everything right.”
Glenn observed the exchange with a bright smile, his eagerness palpable as he looked at Isabella. Feeling the weight of his gaze, she turned to him. “Um… Dad.”
“We’re so happy to be reunited with you, my Isabella.” Glenn beamed, his face alight with happiness, a rare expression of pure delight. “Let me introduce you to our family. This is your Aunt Lynda.”
Lynda observed Isabella, offering a slight nod in acknowledgment. Isabella returned the gesture with polite warmth. Then, it was Kristine’s turn.
Kristine’s smile was radiant as she addressed Isabella. “I’ve been waiting so long to finally say this—I have a sister to brag about now!”
Elaine chimed in, her voice tinged with a hint of hesitation, “This is Kristine. Her father was a close friend of your dad’s. Kristine lost her parents when she was very young, and we took her in. If this makes you uncomfortable…”
“It’s fine.” Isabella cut her off gently, understanding the implication. “You also have three brothers, though they’re not here right now. We’ll make sure you meet them later!” Elaine continued, a smile lighting up her face as she observed Isabella’s accepting nod.
Glenn pulled out his phone. “It’s been tough for you all these years, Isabella. Let’s start by exchanging numbers,” he suggested.
Elaine quickly followed suit, producing her own phone. “And exchange numbers with me as well,” she added eagerly.
After Isabella compliantly exchanged numbers with them, her phone buzzed with two notifications. Her father had sent her ten million dollars through Venmo, and her mother did the same.
Glenn grinned, his voice filled with casual generosity. “Here’s a little pocket money from Dad. If it’s not enough, just let me know.”
Elaine’s warmth didn’t falter. “And I’ve picked out some clothes for you. You can try them on when we get home!” This whirlwind of generosity was unfamiliar to Isabella, yet it enveloped her in a warmth she had never known. However, Kristine felt both unease and shock. Glenn and Elaine had just casually transferred twenty million dollars to Isabella—a sum that dwarfed her own relatively modest monthly allowance.
Was this because Isabella was their biological child and she was adopted?
Throughout the meal, Elaine and Glenn took turns heaping food onto Isabella’s plate, the food piled high like a small mountain. By the time Isabella finished it all, her stomach was full. It was a novel and heartwarming barrage of affection, expressed through every dish her parents offered.
Kristine observed this with a keen eye. Since Isabella was in simple attire and Elaine and Glenn had said she had suffered a lot, Kristine naturally assumed that Isabella had grown up in a poor family.
“Mom, Dad, how about I teach Isabella some etiquette? Knowing the ways of our society, she won’t feel out of place,” Kristine suggested.
Elaine turned to Isabella. “Isabella, Kristine has been tutored by your Aunt Lynda. She’s not only a talented dancer but also well-versed in the nuances of etiquette. Would you be interested in learning from her?”
Isabella, catching Kristine’s look, responded politely, “No, thank you.”
Kristine, undeterred, smiled. “Isabella, since you’ve just returned, you might not be aware of the many unspoken rules in high society. It’s really easy to feel out of place or, worse, become the subject of whispers. I’m familiar with all of these, so let me help.”
“I said no,” Isabella retorted, feeling slightly irritated but maintaining a calm tone.
Kristine was taken aback by Isabella’s firm refusal. She had stooped, quite literally and metaphorically, to bridge the social gap she presumed existed between herself and Isabella, only to be met with rejection. Somewhat provoked, she was prepared to watch Isabella make a fool of herself soon enough.
Looking at the caviar on the table, she turned to Isabella with a feigned casualness. “Isabella, have you ever tried caviar? It might look simple, but it’s quite the delicacy. You should give it a try.”
Isabella responded by scooping up a spoonful of the caviar.
Kristine’s lips twitched into a sly smile. Typically, novices would consume caviar directly from the spoon—a common mistake that both looked unappetizing and spoke of poor etiquette. She believed Isabella was about to make a fool of herself. However, with practiced ease, Isabella placed the caviar on the area on the back of her hand between her thumb and index finger, allowing it to warm slightly before tasting it gracefully.
Kristine watched, her initial smugness replaced by astonishment. How could Isabella, presumably raised far from such luxuries, display such finesse?
Elaine smiled warmly as she said, “Isabella, if you like the caviar, please have some more. Is there anything else you’d like to try? Feel free to order whatever you wish.”
“Sure, Mom,” Isabella replied, nodding with gentle appreciation.
Elaine’s gaze rested on Isabella with a deepening affection, a maternal warmth radiating from her that seemed to cocoon Isabella in silent protection. She was completely engrossed, unaware of the complex emotions flickering across Kristine’s face.
The sudden ring of Glenn’s phone cut through the moment. He glanced at the caller ID, and a broad smile spread across his face. “Isabella, it’s one of your elder brothers on the line, the youngest among them. He’s eager to meet you.”
He accepted the video call, and a voice brimming with enthusiasm burst forth. “Did you find her? I can’t wait to see her!”
Glenn glanced at Isabella, who gave a shy nod, prompting Glenn to angle the phone toward her. “Here she is—your little sister, Isabella.”
“Yeah, we’re definitely related!” The face on the screen lit up with a mischievous grin.
Isabella’s heart skipped a beat as she recognized him—Waylon, a famous award-winning movie star. Her world seemed to expand in an instant, her family connections sprawling into realms she had never imagined.
“Hi,” Isabella said, her voice a soft whisper.
Waylon Patton’s excitement surged through the phone. “Isabella, I’m stuck on set right now, so I can’t come back, but I’ll send you something special soon!” His affection was palpable.
Despite their newly discovered biological tie, Waylon’s warmth felt genuine and immediate. Waylon and his brothers had long hoped for a younger sister. Although they had Kristine, she was adopted by their parents when she was not an infant anymore, and she was not blood-related to them, making them not that close.
Waylon then turned to the aloof and noble man beside him. “Andrew, meet my sister. Isn’t she adorable?” Andrew Klein, known for his reserved and imposing presence, glanced at the screen. The moment he saw the girl on the screen, his previously casual glance instantly froze.
Isabella’s long, soft hair flowed down her shoulders, and her delicate features, remarkably mirroring the Patton family traits, were captivating. Her amber eyes, carrying a hint of laziness and indifference, seemed to calm the room itself.
Andrew’s eyes were deep and profound. Isabella maintained her poise as the video call continued, but Kristine’s reaction was less controlled. At the mention of “Andrew,” her body stiffened, her eyes locked on the screen where Andrew appeared as striking as ever. His aloof disposition made her suspect he wouldn’t spare much attention for Isabella.
“Hi.” Andrew’s greeting was brief, his voice low. Kristine felt a pang of discomfort, her nails digging into her palm. She reassured herself silently that Andrew’s greeting was nothing more than a formality.
Isabella gave a polite nod in response, her demeanor calm and detached.
Then, Waylon continued to chatter away on the phone with Isabella until Glenn stepped in, reminding him not to keep Isabella from her meal.
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