What is this?

She kept flipping through the papers.

More photos and reports emerged.

She found detailed records of a car accident.

There was the driver's name.

There were screenshots from traffic cameras.

Isabella's heart pounded.

Her breath hitched.

"Ethan," she whispered, staring at the name.

The name Ethan triggered a violent reaction.

Three years ago, she was hit by a car.

The driver fled.

She was left in a coma for months.

She always wanted to know who did it.

She needed to know why they ran.

Now the answer was right here.

Ethan was the driver that night.

This was clearly the result of Noah's investigation.

Had Noah been looking into this since she left?

Isabella was overwhelmed.

A storm of emotions swept through her.

She felt completely lost.

She carefully placed the documents back into the folder.

She returned it to its original spot.

She went back to her desk.

But she couldn't focus on work.

Why did Noah investigate this?

Was it for her?

Or was there another reason?

Her mind raced with endless questions.

Thoughts swirled chaotically.

The computer screen glowed on her tired face.

She rubbed her weary eyes.

She tried to concentrate.

But her mind kept drifting back to that folder.

Back to that name—Ethan.

Overcome by exhaustion, she eventually fell asleep at her desk.

Half-asleep, she felt someone lift her gently.

A familiar cologne scent wrapped around her.

It was comforting.

It felt warm.

The next morning, Isabella woke up in her bed.

A light blanket covered her.

Just then, Henry entered with breakfast.

"Thank you for last night," she said.

She assumed Henry had carried her to bed.

Henry looked confused.

"Mrs. Blackwood, what did you say?"

"I was thanking you for carrying me back to my room."

Henry's confusion deepened.

"I didn't do that, Mrs. Blackwood. I only arrived this morning."

Isabella froze.

If not Henry, then who?

Henry seemed to remember something.

"Ah, Mr. Blackwood came home last night."

"He's back?" Isabella asked, surprised.

"Yes, Mrs. Blackwood. Mr. Blackwood returned very late. He must have seen you asleep in the study and carried you back."

Warmth and comfort flooded Isabella.

It had been Noah after all.

"Mr. Blackwood also mentioned he would be back on time for dinner tonight. He plans to dine with you and Liam."

Isabella was even more shocked.

Her fingers tightened around her coffee mug.

Noah was coming back for dinner?