Carl picked up his phone, his hands trembling slightly as he dialed Melissa's number. The phone rang twice before she answered.

"Hello?" Melissa's voice was calm, almost serene.

"It's done," Carl said, his voice barely above a whisper. "I hurt Isabella and made it look like an accident. She broke her leg."

There was a brief silence on the other end of the line before Melissa responded, her tone laced with satisfaction. "Good. That little brat had it coming."

Meanwhile, Vincent was pacing back and forth in his office, his mind troubled. He knew he had to see Isabella, to make sure she was okay, even if he wasn't sure...