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Chapter 676
Chapter 676:
“If I hear one more syllable about Effie’s parentage,” Isolde stated, her voice a flat, mechanical promise of destruction, “if my daughter hears a single whisper in those hallways — I will print Kaiden’s true DNA results on poster board and staple them to the front doors of this school p>
Belle’s chest heaved. She tried to speak, but her vocal cords were paralyzed.
“Grayson,” Belle finally choked out, her voice reduced to a pathetic squeak. “Grayson will destroy you if you do that. He will protect us p>
Isolde let out a short, freezing laugh.
“Capital cannot rewrite genetics, Belle,” Isolde said softly. “Try me. See if his money can save you from the truth p>
The heavy oak doors of the school building swung open. The loud, chaotic rush of children pouring out broke the tension.
Isolde stepped back at once. The lethal predator disappeared, replaced instantly by a warm, protective mother.
Effie walked out with her backpack slung over one shoulder, talking animatedly with Leo Harrington. She spotted Isolde and her face lit up. She ran forward and threw her arms around Isolde’s waist.
“Mommy!” Effie beamed. “Leo showed me a new way to calculate orbital decay p>
Isolde knelt down and buried her face in Effie’s hair, breathing her in. “That sounds amazing, sweetheart p>
аd𝖽𝗂𝘤t𝗶𝗏𝖾 𝗻о𝘃𝗲𝗹𝗌 o𝗻
A few feet away, Kaiden noticed Effie. His face twisted with familiar, jealous rage. He took a step forward and raised his hand.
Belle reacted with sheer panic. She seized Kaiden’s arm with a bruising grip and yanked him backward so violently the boy stumbled.
“Don’t touch her,” Belle hissed at her son, her eyes wide with terror.
She looked at Isolde one last time, and saw the absolute absence of mercy in her posture. Without another word, Belle dragged a protesting Kaiden down the sidewalk, fleeing the school gates as fast as her heels could carry her.
Isolde straightened up and took Effie’s hand. She watched Belle go.
She had won the skirmish. But as she walked back to her car, her phone vibrated in her pocket. The screen displayed an encrypted, private number.
The real war was about to begin.
The apartment was quiet. Effie was asleep in her room, exhausted from the school day.
Isolde sat on her velvet sofa, the glow of her laptop illuminating her tired face as she scrolled desperately through medical loan applications, searching for a loophole to bypass Keyon’s injunction.
Her private cell phone, resting on the glass coffee table, began to vibrate.
The caller ID displayed a blocked, encrypted number. Only one person in Isolde’s life used that specific encryption protocol — not out of hostility, but out of habit and status.
Isolde’s heart gave a complicated lurch. Not fear, but a wave of warmth mixed with weary reluctance. She picked up the phone and pressed accept.
“Grandmother?” Isolde said, her voice softening instinctively.
“Isolde, my dear,” the voice of Matriarch Beatrice Lancaster came through the speaker — aged by time but still infused with a gentle authority, the voice that had always treated her with kindness. “I’m sorry to call so late. I hope I’m not disturbing you p>
“Of course not,” Isolde replied, her fingers tightening against the edge of the laptop. “Is everything alright p>