Chapter 47

The old mansion had clearly seen better days, but it still held on to its old-world elegance—dark polished wood, heavy antique furniture, and a quiet sort of grandeur. The moment I stepped into the living room, the warm scent of sandalwood drifted through the air—the same kind Ronald always wore. In the center of the room, seated in a high-backed leather armchair, old Mr. Wright was dressed in a tailored jacket, casually playing chess with the butler. “Place it here, right here.” Seeing how energetic he looked, I couldn't help but smile. There were some real perks to being reborn—he looked way younger now, and even had fewer white hairs. I hadn’t seen him at all toward the end last time around, and thinking about that made me feel a little bittersweet. “Grandpa, I’m here!” He looked up, eyes twinkling. And the moment he noticed Ronald holding my hand, that smile turned into a full-on grin. “Isabella, come here! Forget him, I’m done playing with him—come play with me instead.” “Grandpa.