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Chapter 645
Chapter 645:
Belle opened her eyes. She stepped around her mother and walked slowly toward Isolde, who stood a few feet away holding Effie’s hand.
The crowd quieted, sensing the surrender.
Belle stopped two feet in front of Isolde. Her stomach churned so violently she thought she might be sick on the concrete floor. Every muscle in her body screamed in protest.
She took a deep, shuddering breath. She bent at the waist and lowered her head.
She bowed.
It was a deep, subservient bow. The physical act of bending her spine before Isolde Carson felt like swallowing broken glass. The humiliation burned through her veins like acid.
“Ms. Carson,” Belle said, her voice trembling uncontrollably. “I apologize p>
She kept her head down, staring at the tips of Isolde’s designer shoes.
𝘖𝘳ga𝘯𝘪𝗓𝘦 𝗒𝘰𝗎𝗿 𝗹i𝘣𝗿a𝗿𝘺 oո.соm
“My mother has been under a great deal of stress,” Belle continued, her voice tight and strained as she desperately tried to spin the narrative. “Her emotions got the better of her. She deeply regrets her outburst. On behalf of my family, I offer you and Effie my most sincere apologies p>
Belle waited for Isolde to speak. She waited for permission to stand.
One second passed. Then three. Then five.
Isolde said nothing.
The silence stretched out, heavy and agonizing. Belle’s lower back began to ache. The blood rushed to her head. She could feel hundreds of eyes burning into her back, and the camera shutters clicking steadily, immortalizing her subservience.
Ten full seconds passed. It felt like ten years.
Finally, Isolde spoke. Her voice was as cold and hard as a glacier.
“You can stand up, Belle,” Isolde said. “You are ruining your posture for a lie p>
Belle snapped upright, her face flushed a dark, humiliated crimson. She glared at Isolde, her eyes filled with raw, murderous hatred.
“Your apology is a masterclass in crisis management,” Isolde stated, her voice carrying clearly to the journalists nearby. “It is completely devoid of remorse. You are only sorry that the cameras are watching p>
Isolde did not look at Belle any further. She turned her attention downward.
She knelt on the floor, bringing herself eye-level with Effie, and gently brushed a strand of dark hair behind her daughter’s ear.
“Effie,” Isolde said softly, her tone shifting entirely from cold steel to warm velvet. “This woman is offering you an apology. You are the one who was wronged. It is entirely your decision. Do you accept it p>
The entire plaza held its breath. Every eye in the hall shifted to the five-year-old standing at the center of it all.
Effie looked at Belle’s flushed, angry face. Then her dark eyes drifted past Belle, landing on Kaiden, who was still sniffling behind Cheryl.
Effie’s face was completely calm. The fear was gone from her eyes. In its place was a profound, heartbreaking clarity.
“I accept the apology,” Effie said. Her voice was clear and steady.
Belle exhaled a massive, shaky breath of relief and turned to leave.
“But,” Effie added, her voice rising just enough to stop Belle in her tracks.
Belle froze. She turned back slowly.
“But what?” Belle asked, her voice tight with forced patience.