Chaos Girl Rewrites the Script novel Chapter 849

The blazing sun cast a halo of light, beaming through the mahogany lattice and leaving scattered, broken shadows on the floor.

The Main Hall.

Serena Lowe wore an elegant azure silk dress, the 'Icy Floral' Jadeite Bangle gleaming softly on her wrist. She looked the picture of gentle refinement.

“I've benefited from your kindness for years, Grandpa Caspian. I wanted to pay my respects ages ago, but I was worried about showing my face before things were properly settled. That's why I dragged my feet until now.”

Isabella Lexton adopted the perfect posture of a high-society lady, flashing a sugary smile. “You haven't changed a bit in five years, Grandpa Caspian.”

Grandpa Caspian let out a hearty laugh and waved them off. “I'm getting old. Isabella, on the other hand, has grown up. Look at you, turning into a proper young lady.”

Isabella gave a shy smile and kept glancing toward the doorway. “Oh? Why isn't Vivienne here yet?”

Five years had passed, and everyone had grown—Isabella included.

The little girl who used to wear all her malice on her sleeve had evolved. Her eager performance right now looked exactly like a loving younger sister desperate for a reunion.

Serena patted Isabella's hand affectionately. “Patience, sweetheart. It takes time to get from the Main Hall all the way to Vellmont Lodge and back. Did you expect her to fly here?”

Isabella gave a slight, playful pout.

Serena smoothly turned her attention back to Caspian. “Please forgive the embarrassment. When they were young, they fought over a house so fiercely they swore off being sisters entirely. But Isabella has grown up now, and she regrets the things she did as a child. Really! When she heard we were coming to see Vivienne today, she was so excited she didn't sleep a wink last night.”

Looking perfectly flustered, Isabella tugged at Serena's hand. “Mom, stop.”

“Grandpa.”

A lazy female voice drifted in from the hall.

Serena and Isabella whipped their heads around instantly. When they saw Vivienne rolling into the Main Hall in a wheelchair, pushed by Cedric, their carefully maintained expressions fractured.

“Vivienne!” Isabella rushed forward, her face etched with panic. “What happened? Why are you hurt? Is it serious?”

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