Camilla’s question lingered in the air as Isabella let out a faint, weary smile.

“Well, I have unfinished matters to resolve,” she replied softly.

Five years ago, her husband and her closest friend had joined hands against her, plotting her death even while she carried his child.

When the city heard of her supposed tragic end, Cassandra had even dared to forge a will, claiming Isabella had taken her own life out of guilt, blaming herself for an affair that never happened.

It was madness. The true culprits walked freely, basking in power and praise, while she carried the stain of being branded unfaithful, pitiful, and broken, even in death.

For every wound, for every lie, for every drop of pain they had caused, she swore they would repay in blood.

Isabella sighed heavily. “Camilla, don’t trouble yourself arranging for me to stay at your place too long. I came back to Los Angeles to remain. I have already found a house for rent where I’ll stay.”

“That’s fine, Isabella, but tonight you’ll sleep at my place,” Camilla insisted firmly.

“Alright,” Isabella said with a small chuckle.

“So, have you looked into the job openings for me?” she asked a moment later.

Camilla frowned slightly. “I asked someone to check, but right now there is no suitable position in Blackwell Enterprises except…”

“Except the role of a cleaner,” Isabella finished for her.

Her lips curved in a faint, knowing smile. “Then I’ll take it,” she said.

“Why would you do such a thing?” Camilla asked, her voice tinged with disbelief. She knew the torment Isabella had endured these past years.

After the terrible accident, Isabella had fought desperately to survive, and it was then she discovered she was carrying triplets.

Her face, damaged beyond recognition, had forced her into surgery to create a new identity.

From there, she built a new life with her children. In Barcelona, Spain, she rose as a powerful real estate developer, earning respect and fortune, until she abruptly announced her retirement and returned to Los Angeles.

And now, strangely enough, she was determined to work inside Blackwell Enterprises.

“But Bella, there are so many opportunities here in Los Angeles aside from being a cleaner. I could even speak to my manager and get you a role on set. You are a natural,” Camilla said, hoping to sway her out of what she thought was a reckless decision.

Isabella shook her head firmly. “I only want to work in Blackwell Enterprises.”

Camilla exhaled, her brows lifting. “Alright, no problem. Let’s get going then.”

They entered the convoy that was waiting outside the airport.

“Remember, my house first,” Camilla reminded as the driver started the engine.

“Yes, yes,” Isabella replied with a little roll of her eyes. Both of them chuckled softly.

“Children, we are going over to Aunt Camilla’s house,” Isabella announced.

The three of them cheered in unison. “Yeah!”

When they arrived at the mansion, they stepped out of the car and followed Camilla inside.

“Don’t bother with all the luggage, we’ll be gone in the morning,” Isabella said.

“Come, let me show you the room you’ll use tonight,” Camilla offered, leading the way.

Isabella and the children followed closely behind her.

“Aunt Camilla!” Leona’s small voice rang out.

“Yes, darling?”

“I want to hold your hand. Can I?” she asked sweetly.

“Me too,” Leon added quickly.

“Of course, both of you can. Come here,” Camilla said with a smile as she reached her hands toward them.

Isabella turned her gaze toward Leandro, catching the faint frown on his face. “Seems like you have a jealous boyfriend, Camilla.”

Camilla glanced back at Leandro, who was pouting adorably, and she laughed. “Oh my! I am so sorry, sweetheart. Come, let me hold your hand too.”

Leandro rolled his eyes. “Don’t worry. It looks like you don’t want me to be your boyfriend anymore.”

“Nonsense,” Camilla teased warmly. “You are my first and only boyfriend. If I broke up with you, who would ever take your place?”

“Really?” His eyes lit up instantly.

“Yes, dear,” she said with a playful nod.

“Alright, then I’ll come hold your arm,” he said as he hurried forward, gripping her hand proudly.

“These children,” Isabella thought to herself with a chuckle as she watched them.

They reached the guest room and stepped inside.

“Leon, Leandro, Leona, you should all get ready for bed now. It’s already late,” Isabella said, and the children nodded in agreement.

They began pulling off their clothes. Isabella laid out their nightwear neatly on the bed and moved into the bathroom to prepare their bath.

“Come and take your bath, my sweethearts,” Isabella called from the bathroom.

The three little musketeers came marching in together, their footsteps echoing softly on the tiled floor. They climbed into the bathtub one after the other, and Isabella knelt beside them, rolling up her sleeves as she began to scrub their small bodies with care.

“Mummy,” Leona’s soft voice rang out.

“Yes, darling?” Isabella replied gently.

“Mummy, did we come to this city to meet Daddy?” she asked.

At once Isabella’s expression darkened. Her hands paused in mid-motion, her lips pressed together, and she fell silent.

Leon, quick to notice her change in mood, shot his sister a warning look and shook his head slightly, signaling her to stop.

Leona bit her lip, then wrapped her arms around Isabella’s neck to cover the slip. “I love you so much, Mummy,” she whispered.

“I love you too, darling. I love all of you,” Isabella answered as she pulled all three of them into her embrace, pressing kisses on their wet foreheads.

When the bath was finished, she lifted them out one by one, drying their small frames with a soft towel. She slipped them into their nightclothes, smoothing the fabric down before setting their damp hair in place.

Just as she finished, a knock sounded on the door.

Isabella walked over and opened it. A butler stood there with a tray in his hands.

“Madam, your dinner and the children’s,” he said respectfully.

“Thank you,” Isabella replied with a faint smile, taking the tray from him. She closed the door and set the food on the small table beside the bed.

“Time to eat, dears,” she announced.

Leon, Leandro, and Leona scrambled onto the bed and arranged themselves neatly. Isabella joined them. After saying their prayers, they began to eat together, the room filled with the quiet clinking of spoons and forks.

When the meal was finished, Isabella let them rest a while to allow their food to settle before she finally announced, “Time for bed, darlings.”

She tucked each one under the blankets, smoothing the sheets over their chests and planting kisses on their foreheads.

“I’m going to spend a little time with Aunt Camilla. Good night, my loves,” she whispered as she reached for the lamp and dimmed the light.

“Good night, Mummy,” they chorused, their small voices echoing in unison.

She blew them a kiss, then closed the door softly behind her.

The room fell silent for a few moments before Leon suddenly sat upright.

“Alright, you two. Do you remember the plan?” he asked in a low, serious tone.