Chapter 648

Isabella’s POV

I had just received confirmation that Layla was dead. But the boy… his face… his eyes…

It didn’t make sense. It couldn’t be possible.

And yet…

I couldn’t shake the feeling. The nagging suspicion that refused to go away. If Layla was really dead… then why did this child look so much like her?

I took a step back, my heart pounding as I pressed my hand against the wall for support. I could feel my confidence wavering, my certainty slipping away.

If that boy was who I thought he was… if he really was Layla’s son… then my entire life was about to come crashing down.

I closed my eyes, my mind racing as I tried to make sense of it all. My men said she was dead. The nurses confirmed it. But the boy… he was real. He was right there, laughing, smiling… living.

I took a shaky breath, my eyes snapping open as the realization hit me. If he was Layla’s son, then Logan was his father. And if Logan found out…

No.