A week had passed since Isabella had regained consciousness, and her physical recovery was slowly but surely progressing. The bruises on her body were beginning to fade, the cuts and scrapes healing.
She could finally sit up in bed without feeling like the world was spinning, and she could walk a few steps without needing to hold onto the walls for support.
Alma had been attentive, bringing her meals, water, and anything else she needed. Isabella was grateful for her presence, she was the only person in this mansion who seemed to genuinely care for her well-being.
Enrico had not returned from his so-called family meeting, and Carmen had been conspicuously absent since their last encounter. Isabella was relieved by their absence, it gave her the space to think and recuperate without th
