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“Isabella, I miss you. | cooked all your favorite dishes. Cby for dinner tonight. | need to talk to you...” Ruby’s
voice broke as she began to sob. “I'm the only one caring for your father now. He wets the bed every single day,
and it’s too much foralone. We have to figure out what to do about him. I'm worn out, Isabella. My legs ache
constantly, my stomach hasn't been right, and the clinic toldI've got high blood pressure. Please, have some
compassion for me.”
Ruby kept pouring out her complaints, and Isabella grew impatient.
“Enough. I'll go hto visit you,” Isabella said.
Even though she had promised herself to cut ties with the Barrett family, Isabella still found herself returning
home.
When she stepped inside, the house looked nearly the sas before. Ruby had kept everything spotless, and
from the kitchen cthe savory aroma of braised ribs, thick and mouthwatering. Isabella caught the scent and
reluctantly admitted it smelled good.
Hearing the front door, Ruby walked out of the kitchen. “Isabella, sit down. Dinner will be served shortly. | made
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Isabella remained unimpressed. She could always prepare her own meals or eat out if she pleased. Food wasn’t
something that would sway her.
“Just get to the point. | don’t have much time,” she said.
Ruby urged her toward a chair. “You can’t leave before eating. | cooked a lot for you, got so much to share. Once
dinner’s on the table, we can talk. You don’t need to worry; | have enough savings, and | won't ask you for
money.” Hearing that, Isabella gave her a brief nod.
“Isabella! Isabella...” A muffled voice suddenly echoed, followed by the crash of something falling to the floor.
Ruby grabbed Isabella’s arm. “Don’t mind him! He's okay.”
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Isabella knew at once it was Alec calling for her. Her expression turned cold.
“I'll check on him. You get back to the kitchen.”
Ruby tried to stop her. That room was the last place she wanted Isabella to see. Isabella pushed the door open,
and a wave of stench rolled out. She frowned at the sight before her.
The room had once belonged to Mack, always orderly and smelling clean. Now, though the sbedding
remained, the place was filthy.
The sheets and mattress were smeared with waste and yellowed blotches. “This is disgusting.” Isabella pulled
out her phone, took several photos, and sent them to Brenna before turning her eyes back to Alec.
In just a few months, he had wasted away—hair grayed, cheeks sunken, his frlittle more than bones
beneath the skin.
He looked utterly wretched.
Isabella wondered whether Brenna might be satisfied to see these photos of Alec.
Covering her nose against the foul odor, Isabella prepared to walk away. Then, she noticed the floor, sticky and
grimy, clearly untouched by a mop for days.
“Isabella, your mother mistreats me,” Alec’s voice trembled as he began to sob, his chest rising with each word,
tears soaking the pillow again.
“She beatsevery day. Look at me...” Alec gestured weakly with his free hand, pointing at his face and arm. In
the dim light, Isabella caught sight of several half-healed wounds.
“It hurts...” he cried, stretching his hand toward her.
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