Chapter 827

Isabella's POV

He stood up without a word, dragging his suitcase behind him. I ignored his indifference, knowing it didn’t matter. He would be excited once he saw his father. 

And Logan… he would be grateful. Grateful that I brought his son to him, grateful that I kept our family together.

We walked down the stairs, and I made sure to give the maids strict instructions on keeping the house spotless. We wouldn’t be gone for long, just long enough for me to remind Layla where she belonged…on the outside, looking in.

Our chauffeur was already waiting at the door, his head bowed respectfully. “Madam Isabella, the car is ready.”

“Good,” I said, my voice firm. “Take us to the airstrip.”

The drive felt like an eternity, but I kept myself calm, focusing on the goal. I glanced at Damien, who was staring out the window, his face blank. I reached over, placing my hand on his shoulder. “You’re excited to see your father, aren’t you?”