*The next morning*

Isabella walked towards her mother as she find her already ready to go to work. They haven't even had time to talk with each other for two days now. "Mother, she called her attention as she glared at her.

"What's wrong dear? Her mother asked as she sighed. "aren't we going to do something about Father's death? Isabella asked as she sighed. "I don't think so; we don't know the person behind it. We don't even know the last place your Father work in as he never tells me.

"Isabella; I'm sorry to say this okay, let's just forget about his death. Who could we blame or...