Chapter 292

Isabella walked onto the deck, watching the inflatable boat drift away, the sound gradually fading until it was no longer audible.

All the surrounding noise disappeared. They were drifting on the sea with this cruise ship, as if isolated from the world in a serene manner.

Isabella withdrew her gaze. "Emma, where is my daughter?"

Emma turned around, looking at her expressionlessly, and said, "Follow me."

With that, she turned to enter the cabin.

In this situation, Isabella had no choice but to follow Emma.

The cabin was more spacious than Isabella had imagined. After passing through a long corridor, Emma pushed open a door. When Isabella saw Emma's figure disappear through the door, she quickened her pace to follow.

As soon as Isabella pushed open the door, the lights in the room went out. A hand reached out from the darkness, tightly gripping Isabella's wrist, sending a sharp pain and a feeling of numbness through her arm.

Isabella screamed, but before she could resist, her body went limp.

The lights came back on, and Emma supported her onto a nearby sofa.

Isabella's eyes were open, her mind still clear, but her limbs were weak and gradually losing sensation.

It was exactly the same as that night when Emma was pricked by Charles.

Isabella glared at Emma, her voice equally weak. "Emma, what are you doing?"

Emma threw the syringe into the trash can with a dull thud. She didn't answer Isabella's question but instead walked to the wardrobe, opened it, and took out a set of clothes.

Emma held the outfit and walked up to Isabella, her fingers tracing the exquisite patterns on the fabric. She then asked Isabella, "Do you think this looks beautiful?"

Isabella glared at her. It was a wedding dress!

"This is something I picked out especially for you." Emma looked at Isabella, her eyes a bit off. It seemed like she was talking to Isabella, but also like she was talking to herself. No matter how Isabella looked at it, there was an eerie vibe.

"After all, marriage is a big deal. Don't you think?"

Isabella gritted her teeth, sweating profusely from the effort. "I think you're crazy!"

Did Emma lure her here in the dead of night merely to have her admire this wedding dress?

Emma laughed, a laugh devoid of warmth. She put the dress down, walked over, and bent down to take off Isabella's coat.

Isabella's eyes widened, her breathing slightly rapid. "What are you doing?"

"Bella, don't be afraid. I'm going to change your clothes." Emma ignored Isabella's fear and continued muttering. She helped Isabella take off her clothes and then picked up the wedding dress to put it on Isabella.

The cold touch made Isabella break out in goosebumps, her voice trembling. "Emma, what Charles did has nothing to do with you and Matthew. Even if the court makes its decision, you and Matthew can start over. Don't go crazy like this!"

Isabella's persuasion was sincere, yet it was evident that Emma paid no heed, continuing to ramble on, "Yes, we can finally start a new life. Bella, once you and Matthew are married, I can rest easy. I know Matthew has a bad temper. Because he was influenced by me and Charles, but it won't be like that anymore. Charles will never come out again, and I'll protect you both. I won't let him bully you!Rest assured, with me here, everything will be taken care of."

Isabella was utterly shocked. "Marry Matthew?"

She finally realized thatEmma and Matthew had gone so far as to use this method of kidnapping to force her to marry Matthew?

Isabella thought, 'this is too absurd!'

After helping her change into the dress, Emma guided her to a vanity mirror. Fixing Isabella in the chair, Emma began to apply makeup.

Isabella tried to calm herself down. "Where is Matthew? I want to see him!"

Isabella thought Emma might have been traumatized and gone mad, but Matthew shouldn't be like this. After all, it was Matthew who gave her the evidence, and he should have anticipated this outcome.

"Don't worry. After the ceremony, you'll see him. Bella, I understand how you feel. But a wedding has its rules, we can't break them. Once everything is over and all the guests are gone, you can close the door and have a good talk with Matthew. I won't disturb you." Emma's face was full of joy.

Isabella's mind was in turmoil.

There were actually guests at this wedding? But the cruise ship was eerily quiet. When Isabella came in, there wasn't a sound. How could there be any guests?

Moreover, with the Landon family in such trouble, those people from the past were probably eager to distance themselves. How could they possibly come to the middle of the ocean in the dead of night to attend such a bizarre wedding?

"All done," Emma chirped.

She walked around Isabella, standing behind the chair, bending down, and placing her hands on Isabella's shoulders, looking at Isabella in the mirror. "You look beautiful."

Isabella looked at her heavily made-up face in the mirror and almost fainted.

The makeup, ghastly pale, looked like a thick layer of plaster. The blush on her cheeks was exaggerated, and even her lips were painted into a small mouth. It was the makeup of a ghost bride

But Emma stared at Isabella's face, looking very satisfied.

Maybe Isabella had been shocked too many times. So at this moment, when she saw her weird   makeup, Isabella didn't even find it too outrageous.

Next, Emma styled her hair, then helped her into a wheelchair, pushing her out.