Chapter 306

But Indigo forgot, she was also his daughter.

At this moment, a gentle knock on the door suddenly sounded from outside.

Cinda, worried about Isabella's emotions, had been keeping watch outside the door. Hearing the sighs coming from inside, she couldn't help but come in to check.

"Ms. Taylor, are you asleep? I warmed up a cup of milk for you."

Isabella knew Cinda was worried about her and said to the door, "Come in, Cinda."

Cinda came in, closed the door, and seeing Isabella already sitting up, asked considerately, "Ms. Taylor, are you having trouble sleeping? Do you want me to keep you company and chat for a while?"

Isabella nodded, "Sure, Cinda."

She was suffering from insomnia because of something on her mind.

She didn't know if it was because Indigo was going to be executed tomorrow, but her mind was filled with fragments of her childhood.

Some were good, some were bad.

But mostly, it was Indigo's face.

She had tried to convince herself that he had brought this upon himself, but the blood relationship made her feel guilty.

Especially since tomorrow was his execution day, her psychological pressure inexplicably increased.

So she had been thinking wildly for so long, unable to sleep peacefully, and her mind was becoming more and more alert.

"Ms. Taylor, I know you're troubled because of Indigo. After all, he is your biological father. It's normal for you to feel uncomfortable," Cinda softly comforted her.

Isabella felt distressed, "Cinda, do you also think I'm too cruel, sending my biological father Indigo to court and even having him sentenced to death?"

At this moment, she was confused.

On one side was Grace's wrongful death, on the other was Indigo's life.

Choosing to seek justice for Grace meant she was personally causing Indigo's death.

But if she favored Indigo, what about Grace's grievances over the past decade?

No matter what she chose, she would inevitably lose one side.

Only at night would Isabella show her vulnerable side. Seeing this, Cinda hugged her with heartache and gently patted her back.

"He brought this upon himself. How can it be your fault? Back then, he inhumanely harmed Grace for money. Now, he is receiving the punishment he deserves. It's not your fault."

Cinda's words were like a guiding light, pointing the way for the confused Isabella.

If she really had to choose, would she give up all the evidence she found at the last moment just to save Indigo's life?

Even if she wanted to, what about her uncles and the entire Wilson Family?

Grace was the young lady of the Wilson Family, the beloved sister of her uncles, and the treasure of her Grandpa. How could they forgive Indigo, the real murderer of their loved one?

She had oversimplified the matter.

Murder was a crime that couldnot be resolved just because she didn't pursue it.

She now seemed to understand the difficulty Atticus and Holden faced when they handed the choice to her.

"But Cinda, in the end, it was me who sent him to his doom."

"So what?" Cinda interrupted her, "They murdered Grace with a clear mind. The suffering you've endured all these years was caused by them. If Indigo hadn't harbored evil thoughts back then, you wouldn't have lost your Mom and a warm family."

"Now Indigo has to bear the consequences of his actions. This is his deserved punishment and has nothing to do with you. If you still feel sad for him, you're punishing yourself for his mistakes."

"Ms. Taylor, show your usual decisiveness and don't be sad for someone who doesn't deserve it."

Cinda's words were calm, but each one hit Isabella's heart.

That's right.

No matter what, she couldn't forgive Indigo and Harper on behalf of Grace. If she did, wouldn't Grace have suffered in vain?

She couldn't intervene in the grudges of the previous generation. All she could do was present the evidence she had, and as for the outcome, it was beyond her control.

Cinda, after all, was an elder, with more experience and a clearer perspective than Isabella.

Cinda stayed by her side, comforting her and chatting for a while. Isabella's distress was relieved, and her spirits improved significantly.

Pregnant women shouldn't stay up late. After watching Isabella drink the milk, Cinda tucked her in and left.

Early the next morning, Isabella received a call from the police station.

Indigo was to be executed today, and before the execution, he could see his family one last time.

Originally, the person Indigo most wanted to see was his favorite daughter, Bianca, but the one who came was Isabella.

Seeing Isabella, Indigo was furious and agitated.

He stood up and cursed, "Isabella, you're crazy. You sent me to court and now you want to watch me die, don't you? Do you even deserve to be called a human?"

Isabella had anticipated this scene.

But after all, they were blood relatives, and she still wanted to see him one last time.

If it weren't for Cinda's guidance last night, she might have been affected by Indigo's words.

But now, she had figured it out.

He had brought this upon himself, and he had no one to blame but himself.

"Indigo, if you hadn't cheated on my mother and conspired with Harper to kill her, how would I have become an unwanted orphan? You created all of this. What right do you have to blame me now?"

Isabella's words were cold, but thinking about the hardships and loneliness she endured in her childhood, she couldn't help but tear up.

Not long after Grace's death, Harper and her daughter moved in. They bullied and tormented her. At that time, she wished someone would protect her.

She wished Grace could come back to her.

But all of this was destroyed by Indigo.

Michael, who had rushed over, heard the argument inside and thought something had happened. He quickly came in and saw Isabella wiping her tears.

His heart seemed to twist in pain.

But he didn't know how to comfort her, so he could only stand outside the door, guarding her.

"If it weren't for the Wilson Family harming me, I would still be living well. This is all your fault. Who doesn't want to live a good life? What did I do wrong!"

Facing death, Indigo showed no remorse.

Instead, he blamed Isabella for investigating the past and getting him caught. He was her biological father, yet she was ruthless enough to have him executed.

Seeing Indigo's true nature, Isabella finally gave up.

Her long-hidden desire for family affection disappeared.

As Cinda said, she shouldn't be sad for someone who didn't deserve it.

Isabella quickly wiped away her tears and said calmly, "Didn't you want to see your daughter Bianca? Why, didn't she come to see you one last time?"

Indigo had always doted on Bianca, his love for her was never hidden.

But now, his most beloved Bianca didn't even show up.

Indigo's face gradually turned ugly.