Chapter 128

Isabella’s POV The mansion was quiet when I came home early in the morning. Anton was the one who opened the door for me. James is already in the kitchen, alone. “Where’s Noah?” I asked, roaming my eyes around. “We got here at four AM, Miss. He fell asleep on our way here. He’s upstairs,” James answered calmly. Slowly, I nodded as I wore the apron. I moved smoothly in the kitchen as I gathered all the ingredients for Noah’s breakfast. I didn’t speak as I moved around. I could feel James watching me, like he was waiting for me to say something. I pressed my lips together, trying to focus on mixing the pancake mix in a bowl. “He will be discharged tomorrow, Miss,” James said, like he could no longer take my silence. I swallowed hard, my chest tightened. “Take care of him.” “Miss Clarkson, I don’t wanna intervene. But are you sure about this?” My eyes shut tightly as my hand stopped moving. I believed Melinda’s words last night. I got her point. I understand what she wants to say. But aft