Isn't it true that everyone but Isabel doesn't know Mr. Murray's identity?

No, it doesn't look like it.

Because Jennifer, who was across the table, often looked at Mr. Murray with wary eyes. This kind of vigilance must not be maintained in an ordinary host-guest relationship.

It was clear that she should know who Murray was, and she was also well aware of the threat he posed to her.

According to common sense, illegitimate children do not have a legal status, so they do not have the corresponding inheritance rights. However, if someone vouches for it, it's a different story.

Now that Mr. Terrance had just died, Isabel called Mr. Murray back, apparently on purpose.

As long as Isabel wants to, it is entirely possible for Murray to inherit Terrance's property and title. This is probably why Jennifer has always been highly cautious about Murray.

However, according to the legal order, Cyril should now be the first in line to the throne, and even Isabel is unlikely to go her own way.

No, it's hard to say. With Madame Isabelle's influence, if she really wants to do something, I'm afraid no one dares to stop her.

Even if Terrance is alive, he has to be afraid of three points.

Even Ferdinand IV of Aragon was her student.

What's more, this old lady has an eccentric temperament and often turns clouds and rain. As long as she moved a finger, the whole of Iberia would have to change.

Jennifer is the most anxious person at this table.

Mr. Murray, on the other hand, was very pleasant, he did not take the hostility of the other party to heart, but concentrated on the food on his plate.

During the meal, everyone didn't talk much.

I don't know if it's because of the influence of Madame Isabel, or if it's their usual habit, but in short, the whole restaurant is relatively quiet.

Bella and Anna don't care.

Bella doesn't take these external factors to heart, only her own emotions affect her appetite.

As for Anna, as long as the food is in front of her, she only has food in her eyes.

However, this suffocates our Miss Elena. is already a very lively and active girl, how can she endure such a boring dining environment?

But when you are a guest in someone else's house, you can't say anything, and you have to always maintain a dignified and elegant posture.

- She was almost on the verge of collapse.

"I swear," Elena complained to Bella as she returned to her room, "this is the most painful meal I've ever had in my life."

"Huh? Is it that bad?" Bella didn't understand what Elena meant.

"Yes, very bad." Elena said firmly, "It's like the Last Supper."

"But, I think it tastes okay." Bella asked, confused, "What do you think, Anna?"

"The pudding is delicious!" Anna replied, "I can eat two more plates!"

"Ah, I don't mean the taste of food." Elena said aggrievedly, "Don't you think it's painful to eat dinner?"

"Is there one?"

"Of course! It felt like a meal on a field that had just snowed in winter, without even the sound of birds."

"Forehead ......"

"I regret that I had known that I would have stayed in Paris and gone to Madame Roland's salon."

"Maybe...... Their family members have just passed away, and the atmosphere is understandable." Bella comforted her.

"I know, I didn't expect them to be happy. But just now it's a little too boring!"

Elena scratched her hair with her hands, as if to erase the experience from her brain's memory.

Bella couldn't help laughing, but she felt some sympathy for Elena in her heart.

After all, with Elena's character, being able to finish this meal safely and securely depends entirely on the etiquette and literacy of being a lady.

At this moment, Isabel sent someone over and asked Bella to go to the study.

Led by Hillia, Bella went to Lady Isabel's study.

It is a very quaint room from the decoration to the accessories, full of a strong gothic atmosphere.

There are several black walnut bookshelves on the walls, on which are the classics of various scripts.

Lady Isabel was writing something on the desk, and when she saw Bella come in, she put down the quill in her hand and beckoned her to sit in the chair next to her.

"Are you still used to eating dinner?" Madame asked kindly.

"It's fine," Bella replied truthfully. "It's just that Elena is a little uncomfortable."

Madame chuckled twice.

"That kid, that's understandable." Madame said, "Miss Medici may prefer to be a little more lively."

"You're right, she's just more lively."

"Young people, it's good to be energetic."

"Madame doesn't grow old."

"Well, not now, I'm old." Isabel waved her hand, "I've been feeling more and more overwhelmed since Angela left."

「……」

"Forget it, let's not talk about that. Tell me, what did you find today?"

"Me?"

"You can call a spade a spade."

"Well......" Bella thought for a moment, then organized her language, "From what has just happened, Miss Lydia and Lady Jennifer seem to be on good terms, but they seem to be getting along well with Mr. Cyril."

"Hmm." Isabel nodded.

"And there's ...... It seems that Mrs. Jennifer is a little hostile to Mr. Murray, as if she is on guard against him."

"Looks like you're watching carefully."

"But I don't understand why he's so defensive of Mr. Murray?" Bella raised her own questions.

"Bella," said Madame, "what do you think of Jennifer?"

"Uh......" was suddenly asked, and Bella didn't know how to describe it for a while.

"It's fine, even though it's honest."

"I...... Judging by the look in her eyes, it seems that there is something hidden that no one knows."

"Secret?"

Bella nodded.

"However, after all, it is the first time we met, and I don't know much about it, but I just have a hunch." Bella said.

"Hmm......" Isabel tapped her index finger on the table thoughtfully, her eyes staring at the light in the room.

Bella was also silent.

"You come with me." After a while, Madame spoke.

Bella followed Isabel out of the study.

Although Madame is in a wheelchair, she does not need Bella's help to push it, and the wheelchair moves forward automatically.

Even when going down the stairs, there was no bump in the way, and it just came down naturally, as if the unevenness of the stairs did not exist.

Bella still had to carry the hem of her skirt, but she was a little behind.

After walking for about five minutes, the two of them came to the door of a black room.

"This is Terrance's room." Isabel said, waving her wand in her hand.

The door glowed faintly, then opened automatically.

Isabel waved her wand again, and the lights in the room lit one by one.

Bella followed Madame and walked in.