Leona tugged her mother into the kitchen, her little fingers wrapped tightly around Isabella’s hand. She knew there was a chance her mother would be upset with her and her brothers for what they had done.

“So this is what you and your brothers planned?” Isabella asked softly, her eyes narrowing in quiet reproach.

Leona lowered her gaze, guilt flickering in her wide, innocent eyes.

“Mummy, don’t be sad,” she whispered with a pout.

Isabella sighed, forcing a gentle smile for her ...