During breakfast, Vincent's phone rang and he excused himself. Shortly he walked back after receiving a call, Vincent looked at Isabella.

"Isabella, it's time to pack your things. We're leaving the suite and moving into the new house," he said firmly.

Isabella met his gaze and nodded. "Alright, Vincent," she replied, understanding the moment's importance.

They moved quickly, gathering their belongings right after breakfast. As they packed, the air was thick with lingering tension.

Once everything was packed, they loaded the car and drove to the new house. The journey was filled with a long silence, each lost in their own thoughts.

Occasionally, Vincent would break the silence with questions....