Chapter 1617

"Have you heard the story of the galloping horse and its rider? Without the right rider, even the finest horse can fade into obscurity. Kaylee, we rely on each other—don't force my hand," Isabelle warned, narrowing her eyes with a hint of menace. Seven years ago, Helen might have felt a flicker of fear, but now everything felt perfectly aligned. "In that case, it seems you won't be returning here, Ms. Rodrigo. Feel free to leave; I won't be seeing you out," Helen said, making her dismissal clear. "Just remember, you're the one burning this bridge. Don't regret it," Isabelle shot back before storming out. Unfazed, Helen calmly lifted her coffee cup, savoring each sip. Isabelle and Jason were already on the brink; with a few strategic moves, they would be finished, so there was no need to rush. … Night soon fell. Just as Helen was about to drift off to sleep, she suddenly heard a child crying. After listening for a few seconds, she realized the cries were coming from Ivy's room.