Chapter 131 I Named Her Isabella

• Dora feigned surprise, her eyes wide with mock innocence. "Oh, I'm sorry I didn't see you," she cooed, the corners of her mouth twitching into a sly grin that she quickly smoothed over. The air in the grand hallway of Xavier’s opulent mansion felt charged—a battlefield of wills and hidden daggers. "At least she's fine, right?" Dora continued, her voice laced with venomous sweetness. "I mean, Cathleen couldn't bear you a son. Maybe you should marry the woman who was supposed to be your wife in the first place; don't you agree with me? It was just a girl. I don't know why she would faint because of a girl; maybe it was a boy. Why make a fuss over a dead girl?"
• Xavier's jaw clenched, his eyes narrowing into icy slits as he stared at the conniving woman before him. "Mrs. Jackson," he called out, his voice low and dangerous.
• "Yes," Dora answered too hastily, her heart leaping with the mistaken belief that this was her opening, her chance to push her daughter Avery into Xavier's arms and life.