Vincent pulled back abruptly, his expression shifting from longing to frustration.

Taking a deep breath to compose himself, Vincent walked over to the door and opened it. Standing there was Timothy, his eyes scanning the room suspiciously. Without waiting for an invitation, Timothy pushed past Vincent, his gaze immediately locking onto Isabella.

"What's going on here?" Timothy demanded, his voice tinged with disappointment and suspicion.

Isabella caught off guard, felt a flush of embarrassment rise to her cheeks. "Timothy, I was just talking to Vincent about the accusations from Mr. White," she explained, trying to keep her voice steady.

Timothy's eyes narrowed as he turned to face her fully. "Why...