Isabella was completely taken aback by Sophia's aggressive confrontation. She hadn't expected such a fierce and articulate counterattack from her rival. Police officers moved through the crowd, gathering witness testimonies and reviewing the estate's security footage.

The surveillance video clearly showed Julian colliding with Victoria, causing her to drop the jewelry box unintentionally. This undeniable evidence made both Julian and Sophia turn pale with dread.

"The evidence speaks for itself," Isabella stated, her voice steady yet cutting. "Miss Reed, do you have anything else to add?"

Sophia found herself at a loss for words, unprepared for Isabella's strategic brilliance and thorough handling of the situation.

Sophia began to sway unsteadily, her face turning ghostly white. She pressed a hand against her chest and let out a soft, weak moan. Then she collapsed backward.

Julian reacted instantly, catching her just before she hit the ground. His expression shifted to pure panic as he shouted, "Miss Reed! Miss Reed, can you hear me?" Immediate chaos erupted around them.

Watching Sophia's dramatic performance, Isabella couldn't help but feel contempt. The same old tricks, she thought bitterly.

Her eyes turned icy as she asked mockingly, "Miss Reed, do you require medical attention? Should I call for an ambulance?"

Julian glared at Isabella with intense hatred, as if she were a dangerous criminal. "This is your fault. Miss Reed wouldn't be in this condition if you hadn't provoked her."

Unfazed, Isabella responded with feigned surprise, "How is this my responsibility? I merely exchanged words with her. I never laid a hand on her. If her health is truly this fragile, the blame certainly can't fall on me."

She then addressed the butler calmly. "Please call for an ambulance. It's better to be safe than sorry." Though the butler suspected Sophia's sudden fainting spell, he immediately dialed emergency services without hesitation.

"No ambulance needed," Julian declared abruptly, his voice sharp with tension. "I'll take her to the hospital myself." Cradling Sophia in his arms, he quickly exited the scene.

Isabella's lips curved into a knowing smile as she watched their hurried departure, sensing their fear of being exposed.

Turning to Victoria, she suggested, "Let's leave now."

"But..." Victoria hesitated, glancing at the shattered Dewy Hibiscus pieces on the ground.

"The police will handle everything," Isabella assured her confidently. "We should return home."

She knelt down and began carefully collecting the scattered jewelry fragments, placing each piece tenderly into a velvet pouch.

Though broken, these fragments still held immense value. The Dewy Hibiscus wasn't just a masterpiece—it represented Isabella's dedication and dreams.

Victoria watched Isabella meticulously gathering the pieces, her admiration growing for how calmly and composedly she handled the ordeal. This was true strength in action.

They left Silverwood Estate behind and approached their parked car. Inside, Liam was deeply engaged with a toy. When he noticed Isabella entering the vehicle, he set his toy aside and leaped into her arms, his voice filled with tender concern. "Mommy, are you okay?"