Chaos Girl Rewrites the Script novel Chapter 570

Leaving the Blackthorne Residence, Isolde retraced her steps.

When she had walked this path earlier, she was facing the winter sun, feeling a profound warmth radiating through her entire body. Now, she walked with her back to the light, chilled to the bone with every step.

She walked for a long time, eventually finding herself standing outside the same bakery.

Isolde stopped, staring through the glass display at the little Kitten Cake with its raised paws. It looked just as cute and innocent as before.

After a long silence, she pushed open the door and stepped inside.

"Hi. I'd like one Kitten Cake, please."

The cashier immediately recognized the pretty girl from earlier. "Sure thing. Do you need extra forks and plates?"

"No," Isolde replied quietly. "It's just me."

Who eats a whole birthday cake alone? The cashier didn't want to pry, offering a sympathetic smile instead. "Alright. Please scan here to pay, and I'll box it up for you."

Isolde pulled out a neatly folded stack of cash from her pocket. "Don't box it. I'm going to eat it here."

The cashier blinked in surprise.

Isolde stared back. "What's wrong? Is that weird?"

The cashier shook her head quickly. "No, not at all. Just give me a moment. Feel free to take a seat over there, and I'll bring it right out."

Isolde didn't say another word, walking over to a small booth in the corner.

A moment later, the cashier set the cake down, stealing a cautious glance at Isolde before placing a steaming cup of hot chocolate next to it. "We're running a special today. Buy a cake, get a free hot chocolate."

Isolde nodded. "Thank you."

The cashier left her in peace and hurried back behind the counter.

Isolde numbly peeled off the plastic wrapping. She picked up a plastic fork, brutally gouged out the kitten's eye, and shoved it into her mouth.

She did it again and again, scoop after scoop, shoveling the sickeningly sweet frosting down her throat faster and faster. Only when she felt her fragile composure finally cracking did she stop to take a slow, methodical sip of the hot chocolate.

Buzz—Buzz—Buzz—

The phone in her pocket vibrated violently.

"No. You don't understand. Isolde, please, where are you? Can we just meet and talk?"

The light in Isolde's eyes extinguished entirely, sinking into a bottomless dark void. "I don't think we have anything left to talk about."

"That's not true. Isolde, I swear I want to show you your way out. Just trust me one more time. Please? Just this once."

Isolde let silence stretch over the line for a long time. "Alright. But I don't want to go back to your estate. Can you come to my house instead?"

"..."

The cashier was swamped with customers for the next hour. By the time she finally had a second to breathe, she noticed the girl in the corner booth was gone.

Half the cake was left untouched.

As the cashier walked over to wipe down the table, she noticed a neatly stacked pile of cash tucked under the hot chocolate cup—sixteen dollars, the exact price of the drink. With a soft sigh, she shook her head in pity.

Meanwhile.

Ever since Vivienne sprinted out of the cafe, she had been calling Mina non-stop. But for some inexplicable reason, the line was constantly busy. After a dozen failed attempts, she had no choice but to start frantically typing out text messages.