Just like Maryse … a soft heart hidden behind a hardened shell of steel. Stephen pursed his lips, offering her a small smile, “People die … and sometimes there’s nothing you could have done to stop it from happening.”
Isabelle’s face hardened even more. “So my mother told you it was me who failed to protect my brother”, she stated, snorting slightly. Seemed her parents blamed her after all even though they tried to pretend they didn’t.
"And you’re telling me you’re not like your mother … Isabelle, if I had answers, I would gladly give them to you."
"Well…that’s so weird. Why do all the dead people reappear?! Whatever. My brother is part of our family. He has gone though a lot of father’s later so I have to tell you: if you break his heart, I’ll break your extremely handsome face."