Chapter 220 Lucy, What Now?

• Isaac paced back and forth in the dimly lit bedroom, his face flushed with anger and confusion. His usually confident stride had turned into frantic, agitated steps as his mind raced, searching for a solution. His hands trembled slightly, and he clenched them into fists, trying to steady himself. The room felt smaller, the walls closing in on him as the weight of the situation pressed down on his chest.
• Lucy sat on the edge of the bed, her fingers gripping the sheets so tightly that her knuckles turned white. Her usually composed demeanor was gone, replaced by a look of sheer panic that she struggled to mask. Her eyes darted around the room, trying to focus on something, anything, that would give her a semblance of control in this spiraling situation.
• “What do we do now?” Isaac’s voice was strained, almost desperate, as he broke the tense silence. He stopped pacing and turned to face Lucy, his eyes wide with fear and anger. “We can’t let Aidan take everything from us. We need to act fast—maybe we could—”