Chapter 974 I Know It's You, Alexander
After the Bryants' couple left, the Harrington Mansion fell into a gloomy silence again.
Brett mumbled, "Something's fishy about this."
"Yes, I'll try calling Alexander again," Maximus said.
The whole family waited for Maximus to get through, but Alexander still didn't answer.
Arabella thought for a moment, "Maybe something's happened to Alexander. I'll call Frank."
Arabella had intended to hold Frank accountable for Victoria's situation, but later she heard that Frank's wife, Eve, had not only miscarried but also nearly lost her life trying to protect Victoria. Arabella had to suppress her anger.
Frank answered quickly and, recognizing her, said, "Mrs. Arabella Harrington."
"Where's Alexander?"
"He went to the beach."
Everyone knew what that meant—Alexander had gone to the sea to retrieve a body.
Arabella, understanding Alexander, quickly hung up the phone.
"If something happened to Victoria, I swear I'll make Daisy pay with her life," Eloise said, tears streaming down her face in anger.
"Mom, don't get upset just yet. Maybe there's really something fishy about this, like Jerome said. Daisy doesn't have the capability," Arabella said, trying to comfort Eloise, who looked like she might faint from agitation.
"I think so too. Even if Daisy had the intention, she wouldn't have the guts or the ability," Brett added.
The Bryant family's influence was, after all, somewhat lacking. Otherwise, they wouldn't need to flatter everyone they met.
Diana thought for a moment and mumbled, "But Daisy dared to contact Isabella in prison."
A young girl, daring to conspire in prison—how timid could she be?
As for capability, Diana thought, no one could be sure. Who would have thought that Isabella would dare to kidnap Eloise from the Harrington family?
The house fell silent again.
Until Christmas, there was still no sign of Victoria.
Rumors were rampant outside, saying Victoria was dead.
Daisy remained locked up.
And Alexander had returned to the country.
But the Harrington family insisted, "Victoria is recuperating abroad and is not in a position to make a public appearance. Please view this matter rationally."
The rumors didn't stop, and even on Christmas Eve, people were still talking.
In the restaurant, the girls were gossiping, "Mrs. Harrington must be dead. They're just not announcing it."
"But if she's dead, what do they have to hide?"
"And Daisy is in jail. If Mrs. Harrington is fine, why is Daisy in jail?"
"Maybe Daisy offended Mr. Harrington, and Mr. Harrington had her locked up?"
"Impossible, right?"
"Why not? Those are powerful families; what can't they accomplish?"
On Christmas night, several unfamiliar prison guards suddenly arrived and headed straight for a single cell.
Isabella's expression turned grim when she heard the footsteps. She sensed something was up.
Alexander had come.
Thinking about how long it had been and how she might look disheveled and ugly now, Isabella immediately checked her clothes to make sure they were neat.
He liked things neat, so she had to make herself presentable.
The door creaked, and she quickly took out a small hidden mirror, checked her hair, and then hid the mirror again before turning around.
Isabella missed Alexander terribly.
Moving to another city had been a living hell for her, but fortunately, she had some wits and managed to get a single cell here.
Her life had become increasingly miserable over the past two years. She wondered what would happen when they met again.
"Please come with us."
"Where are you taking me?" Isabella asked, looking at the unfamiliar faces with confusion.
"Just come with us."
Each of them was expressionless and cold.
"Did Alexander send you?" Isabella asked anxiously.
She guessed it was Alexander.
'With Victoria missing for so long, Alexander must have moved on from her. Is he finally planning to start over with me? I've suffered so much in prison because of him. Does he feel guilty?' She thought.
But these people were so cold, she had a slight doubt, fearing they weren't sent by Alexander.
She wanted to confirm this with them first.
But the leader only said, "Please come out."
"Is it really Alexander...?" Isabella was pulled and fell to the ground.
The leader looked down at her disdainfully and said, "If you don't come, don't blame us for getting rough."
Isabella lay on the ground, a flash of anger in her eyes. 'Could it be that these people aren't sent by Alexander? Alexander would never let anyone treat me like this.' She thought.
"I'm not going."
Isabella suddenly got up and retreated to the bed.
Seeing her stubbornness, the leader coldly said, "Take her away."
"What are you doing? Don't come near me."
"If you dare touch me, Alexander won't let you off."
As Isabella was dragged off the bed, she shouted these words.
But the grip on her arms didn't loosen.
She figured her arms were probably bruised by their grip.
Soon, she felt like her shoulder might be dislocated.
The leader didn't rush out but gave a signal to the two people carrying a small box.
Isabella was taken to a small, dark room. As soon as the door opened, she was thrown inside.
"What are you doing to me? Let me out. I know your warden."
Ignoring the pain from the fall, she turned and ran towards the door.
But the door quickly shut.
No one responded to her; the only sound was the door closing.
"Let me out. I'm the daughter of the Montgomery family. I know your warden. I'm Alexander's person. Let me out."
Isabella shouted until her voice was hoarse, but no one responded.
She looked inside; it was pitch black, and she couldn't see anything. Terrified, she banged on the door, "Let me out."
She couldn't understand why she was locked up here when everything had been arranged to take care of her.
What was going on?
Wasn't it Alexander who came for her?
With things outside as they were, he could safely take her out, find some excuse for her release, and clear her name.
Then they could be together.
She was his first love, after all.
Everyone knew that.
Those keyboard warriors would clear her name, praise her good deeds, and she would be exalted.
She was qualified and capable of marrying into the Harrington family.
No one would object.
Isabella looked inside again, trying to hear something, but there was nothing. She gently knocked on the door, murmuring, "Open the door, Alexander, open the door. I know it's you."
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