e and fear. Isabelle saw her mother, Marion Wells, sitting at a metal table. She

t was the first thing she said. "Where w

. Not now. She looked at the faint red marks on her mother's wrists where the h

barely a whisper. "Bradfo

face a mask of shock. "Whe

elle's, flashed with realization. "It was them, wasn't it? This is the Spencers. This is their revenge." She remembere

lle insisted, forcing herself to focus. "What

major distribution deal with Veridian Foods. But the first shipment had been flagged. Lab tests sho

d to have happened during shipping or in storage." Her eyes locked with Isabelle's, f

licked into place

ronomical. They're saying I could face prison time, Belle." M

ad built her business from nothing, who would

u have to go to Bradford. Please. For the sake of what you two once had.

ot only cheated on her but was now actively trying to destroy her moth

, pleading face. She had no choice. Her own p

d tasting like defeat. "O

t, the city's noise a dull roar in her ears. She took a de

one picked up. But it wasn't his voice. It was

shower right no

best friend. The victor, a

s there something you need? Brad's not really interested in ta

she'd ever owned. She had sold it without a second thought to help fund Bradford's first s

was the only thing they had left. If t

it's an emergency. It's about my mother," she said, her voice flat

't be able to resist the opportunity to see her beg. The thought made her feel di

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