"Liam, I was mistaken earlier; you're not just dim-witted; you're a complete blockhead...."

"You, witch...." Liam mumbled in rage.

"Just look at Jack's face; he couldn't defend himself if his life depended on it. Every move he makes proves my accusations are right. And if you're looking for evidence, I've got it in spades...." Isabella said mockingly.

She fetched her phone and dialed a number. "Bring them in...." She said and disconnected the call.

A minute later, Alex entered, looking somber, with an older woman who appeared a bit worse for wear.

"Alex, you're up? How are you feeling?" Jeremy asked, astonished.

"I'm doing okay."

"When did you wake up?...