Chapter 74

• In a modest, old sitting room with peeling walls, Isabella sat on the worn-out couch, her beauty a contrast with the place she lived. Her skin glowed with a radiant light, a trait that had attracted many suitors despite her family's financial struggles.
• With her eyes cast downward and a single tear rolling down her cheek, Isabella pleaded with her father, Mr. Lawson. “Daddy, please don't make me get married to a stranger,” she begged, her voice trembling.
• Mr. Lawson let out a deep sigh and stood up to sit beside his daughter. He placed a gentle hand on her shoulder and started, “For your mother to live, we have to do this,” he said, his voice heavy with sadness.