Chapter 89 – No Return (6)
“… Put it away.”
Mason took a step back, avoiding Isabella’s touch on his lips. But she only laughed, as if the smile on Isabella’s lips was amused.
“Why? You hate me?”
“…”
Mason was speechless and bit his lip for a moment. She said it because she couldn’t stand the displeasure, but she already knew that there would be no good out of spite for her holding Sianna in her hands.
Isabella knows this too, and when she refuses to touch her, she doesn’t get angry, but she steps up again and puts her hand on her cheek.
“… Sister.”
Isabella said in a voice mixed with laughter, and she patted Mason lightly on the cheek. Mason stood still, forcing her to shudder.
“Look. You couldn’t stand it like this.”
Her hand caressed her cheek gently, but she couldn’t hide the coldness of her hand.
“My sister and I think it’s good for each other. I get her sister, and her sister can stay with Ciana.”
It was nonsense. This is simply a hostage situation. Here, it was clear to her that only hellish days awaited her and her Sianna.
Mason gritted his teeth. She had to have a way somehow.
Then, out of nowhere, a thought flashed through her mind.
What Isabella Wants If she wants her to stay here with him.
There was only one that Isabella could never make up for, but she had one available to her.
“… Isabella. Listen carefully.”
As she opened her mouth, her Isabella’s gaze turned to her.
“From now on, don’t put a hand on me.”
Isabella’s eyes turned cold at her remark. As she felt her hand tighten a little, Mason slammed her hand away from her cheek.
She glared at her in disbelief as Isabella took hold of her hand, which she had pushed away.
“Sister. Are you crazy now? Can’t you understand the situation right now?”
“It must be you who can’t. I’m staying because of Siana and Lucia. It’s not left to be your plaything.”
What she was trying to do was a tightrope walk. She had to look out for her best interests, never letting her opponent cross her line.
“From now on, I will be with Sianna and take care of her all day long. You, and not even putting a finger on Sianna and Lucia’s body.”
“Ha, do you think unnie is in a position to ask of me now? With just one letter from me, Siana…”
“Then I will die too.”
Isabella’s eyes widened and then she blazed with rage. But the fact that she didn’t shoot right away made her more confident that her choice was right.
If only Shia had been her target, she wouldn’t have called her to this position of hers in the first place. She still wasn’t sure what her ultimate goal was, but she didn’t want the death of herself, Ciana, or Lucia.
“Think carefully. If Ciana dies, I will bite my tongue right there.”
Because the story that she stays here is only possible if Shiana is alive after all. In other words, if she was convinced that she would not leave this place, she would be able to restrain her actions with the pretext of her own life.
“Do you think that will change anything? Still, her sister Lang Xiana can’t leave this mansion. Because I will make it.”
“Yes, if you do as you please, you will see me die and leave.”
It was Isabella who could not speak this time. She needed to temper her anger a little as she stared at her head with fury.
Mason forced his gaze into hers and opened her mouth again.
“As long as you keep that in mind, I will not leave this mansion. I will also take care of Siana. However, if I fail to comply with any of the above, I will commit suicide on the spot. Choose.”
“…”
Isabella’s eyes could not leave her. However, her mouth, which she did not hesitate to open, proved that Mason was right.
Before long, Lucia opened her mouth as if she had finished tidying her up.
“… Good. From now on, I won’t lay a finger on Lucia or Siana. I’ll even prepare her sand so she can take care of her. But I also have requirements.”
“Say it.”
“In return, my sister follows my words. She does as she is told and gears as she is told. If you refuse even this, I can’t listen to anything. Don’t try to climb any further.”
“… I’ll promise.”
Isabella’s warning to her was also something she was aware of. If she overstimulated her, her results were nothing but ruin. This was her makeshift way to buy her time, and in the long run, she would be the only one at a disadvantage.
All she could do was figure out a way to somehow get out of this mansion for hours.
Isabella smiled coldly, dissatisfied, and ordered her to stay here as she would be back soon, then she left the room. The sound of her footsteps gradually diminished, and soon she could not hear her.
“… Whoa.”
Mason sat down and caught her breath. She couldn’t stand up any longer because her whole body was relaxed.
It was a hopeless situation no matter how you look at it. While Shiana is tied up here, she can’t leave her mansion either, and there is no information about the type of drug or antidote she was poisoned with.
“… It’s okay, Siana.”
Mason affectionately called her by name, as if trying to comfort Sianna, who was not here.
Everything will be alright.
You will be able to get out
Isabella moved into her room, covering her face with her hand so that her servants could not see her face. Fortunately for her, she did not encounter anyone on her way.
After she locked the door and washed her face in her bathroom, she took her first aid kit from a drawer and looked in her mirror and began to apply her ointment to her face. She had to struggle to control her anger every time her hand touched her torn wound and she flinched in pain.
“…”
I tried to calm his trembling hands, but I couldn’t hold back my anger and threw the ointment at him. It shimmered and scattered fragments to the floor, and the slimy white ointment inside was scattered in all directions.
Grinding away, Isabella struck her dresser with her fist. A little bit of her anger subsided as she felt the tingling pain in her knuckles.
“I thought of such an interesting idea.”
Mason put forward a condition she could not refuse. She had no choice but to accept the terms offered to her by Mason, who had much to lose and who had relatively little to lose.
My mistake.
Mason was the owner of a stronger mental power than he thought. She didn’t know what kept her from collapsing, but contrary to her expectations, she didn’t collapse as easily.
She believed that her frail appearance and her unstable behavior had completely destroyed her, but what made her hold on?
Perhaps.
“Is there even a corner to believe in?”
Isabella involuntarily licked her lips, then flinched at the pain she felt from her wound. If she had asked Grace for something of hers before she entered this place.
Really, if there is something that will destroy everything that has been built up to this point.
She needed to get rid of her as soon as possible.
At that moment, someone knocked on the door.
“Who is it?”
She asked, looking in the mirror. The cuts and bruises on her face were quite large.
-That’s me.
It was a rather crude answer. But Isabella told her not to mind.
Kiik-
The door opened, and a maid entered. A maid with bright red hair and a freckled face. It was Jennifer.
Jennifer looked at the ointment and the broken glass in the room and began to slowly collect the glass pieces in the room into her skirt. Isabella asked, tying her bruise without even looking at her.
“What is going on?”
“I got a call from Miss Lucia.”
“Give me.”
She stopped looking in her mirror and held out her hand. When Jennifer saw the scar on her face, she was briefly surprised, but she soon said nothing and handed her the letter.
The content of the letter was not much different from usual. Saying that I miss you, and asking when I can visit the mansion once.
After Isabella laid her letter roughly on the table, she sat down on the chair in front of the dressing table, facing Jennifer.
“Put away the glass shards later, and come over here and apply some ointment.”
Jennifer gathered her glass fragments in one place and poured them out, then came over to her side and pulled out a new ointment from her first aid kit.
She looked at her, holding back her expression from twisting each time her hand came out. She must have had the impression of a frightened new maid until not too long ago, but she seemed to have adapted quite a bit and did not hesitate in her actions.
“Jennifer.”
“Your master.”
“How old are you this year?”
“Seventeen.”
“I am an adult in my year. What is your birthday?”
“It is January.”
Jennifer replied, rubbing Isabella’s ointment on her cheek and putting a clean cotton pad over her wound.
Except for Germaine, she was the only servant in the mansion who knew her true form. Although the trigger was that she accidentally saw herself and Sianna in her bathtub, she was the woman who left a lasting impression when she was slapped by Isabella afterwards.
Isabella thought for a moment. In the current situation, she was in an absolute shortage of allies. Lucia was no longer available, and if she was like Becky she was not readily available to the notice of her parents who worked in this mansion.
“… Jennifer. What do you wish for?”
“… What I want… Are you talking?”
Jennifer’s busy hand stopped at her question. After a moment of thought, she shook her head and smiled.
“Looks like none.”
“No way.”
Isabella snorted and held her hand as she was organizing the first-aid kit. Jennifer’s eyes turned to Isabella’s, and she peered into her eyes eagerly.
“There’s no way people don’t have desires. What is your desire?”
Then, her expression changed. Her face took on a strange heat, and her eyes seemed to have little sparks.
“… I cannot tell you.”
“Looks like you have what you want, right?”
“Sorry. I lied.”
Jennifer lowered her head and Isabella shook her hand.
“It’s okay. I don’t even wonder what your desires are. Do you know why?”
Jennifer shook her head.
“I’m sure you can listen. That’s why.”
She smiled softly and put a hand on her cheek.
“From now on, promise me something.”
She needed allies.
A person who knows who he really is, so there is no way he can question the instructions, a person who won’t be suspicious of anyone in this mansion.
“The price is anything you want.”
Jennifer’s eyes didn’t want to leave her.
