Chapter 80

"Ugh, what's that awful smell?" Old Mrs. Hart suddenly wrinkled her nose and waved her hand in front of her face. "Feels like some nasty mosquito flew in here. Someone get it out quick. My heart can't take this." Isabelle's sobs came to a sudden stop. Her face drained of color. Charles stepped up, holding her back just before she slammed herself into the wall. "Don't do anything stupid." "Charles..." Isabelle's eyes brimmed with tears. "I... I really can't go on anymore." The dramatics were turned up to ten right out the gate. But just looking at her, Charles frowned—her condition didn't quite match her claims. "What actually happened?" he asked. Before Isabelle could get a word in, Old Mrs. Hart had already snapped back. She shot her a look of pure disdain. "If life's too hard, then don't live it." Isabelle shook as she wept. "I was just at home with Olivia, minding my own business, when someone said Stella needed to speak with me. So I came out, and then..." She suddenly lunged at Ch