Chapter 33

These past few days, Charles barely left the hospital, sticking close to Olivia around the clock. Isabelle was pretty much always there too, constantly trying to get closer to him whenever she could. But Charles didn't give her many chances—he always managed to steer clear of her. Meanwhile, Stella had her own life to focus on. Tucked away in the villa, she buried herself in composing music. After two weeks of this, the scores for Edward and Jason were nearly wrapped up. Charles hadn't been back even once. It felt a lot like the old days, except now, she didn't look forward to his return. No expectations, no disappointment—she'd long since learned that lesson. In the middle of scoring, she'd often forget to eat. Maybe getting lost in writing music was her way of blocking out the pain of reality. She let out a small, bitter laugh. So this was what running away looked like. But without the distraction, all she could think of was her little Sophie. Since Sophie passed, nightmares had take