Chapter 415

The mansion felt heavier each day Brandon stayed without his memories. Hannah clung to hope, the children whispered prayers at night, and Jessica fought the ache of watching her brother look at her like a stranger.

But Linda saw opportunity.

One afternoon, she swept through the front doors with a triumphant smile, her heels clicking sharply against the marble. And behind her—hesitant, eyes downcast—walked Isabella.

The room froze.

Hannah descended the staircase, her face tightening when she saw the girl. Arianna appeared at her side instantly, her eyes narrowing like sharpened glass. Jessica’s breath caught. Even the children, who had been playing near the foyer, stopped and stared, their expressions hardening.

Linda clasped Isabella’s hand and tugged her forward, her voice sweet and loud enough for