Andrea…why did she die? Isabella thought inside her head while tracing her fingers on the painting. She couldn’t help but fall into a mystery about Nicholas’ ex-wife. She felt she had to dig deeper to understand what had happened three years ago, and by then, she would have peace of mind.
To ask everyone around the mansion would be useless, and inquiring Nicholas himself about the matter wouldn’t be easy. Isabella wouldn’t take the chance either. She knew deep down it still haunted and bothered him. She didn’t want to force it open just because she was curious.
“Isn’t it funny how we always ended up meeting here?” That familiar voice sneaked behind Isabella, startling her.
Turning around, she saw Nathasa with a slight smile forming on her lips. It had been a week since she last met
