"Charles wait," Isabella broke the long silence between them and put a stop to her steps as Charles made to open the door to his room.

With worry, he asked, "Is something wrong?"

"No. Well..." Her fingers played with each other as her eyes bore an uncertain look. "Maybe."

His legs changed position and he was gathering her arms into his hold in no time. "What is it Isabella?"

She sighed. "I am just worried about your mother."

"What?" Charles was almost ...