It was another morning at Quinton Castle. When Isabella had woken up from bed, Lucien had already left for his kingdom. Isabella yawned lazily, dragged her feet outside of bed. When she intended to head for a fresh shower, the noise of commotion reached her ears. She frowned upon the vague words which were slipping through the door suspiciously.

Ever since she lived here, they never had any major commotion among the staff. Even Elena was very humble to the maids and they lived together quite peacefully. Isabella quickly changed into her fresh clothes and walked outside to see what was going on.

Outside of Mrs. Mitchell's room, all the...