Chapter 159. Isabella's Notes

Silence filled the room again until Dr. Lance began moving with his cane once more.

“I was determined never to let either of you go because there was something that drew me to Isabella. I don’t regret keeping you.” He looked at Walter, and there was a guarded fondness in his eyes—one he was trying hard not to show.

“After she gave birth, she begged me to take care of you. She said she had to go until it was safe to bring you over. I was heartbroken that she was leaving, but a part of me was content because I had you—a piece of Isabella. I was so in love that I didn’t care that you belonged to another father. I loved you and cared for you until you were four. Then, your mother appeared, gasping and breathless, right on my front porch one night. She was so pale—so white and ashen. Her neck was punctured deeply. She was dying, but I knew what to do. She had warned me and taught me what to do if sh