A/N: Sorry for the slow updates, still trying to get back on my feet. Thanks to those of you who have been patient.
Sherry n Tiffany rock, as always x
Chapter 38
Isabella had barely finished dressing when she heard people shouting in the main hall. She looked to her husband for comfort and reassurance, but she only found anger on his face. She was confused. She had no idea what was going on or what could possibly make Edward so mad after they had just shared the most intimate of moments. She never got the chance to ask him. Before she was able to utter a word, Edward ordered her to stay put and marched off down the long, narrow corridor to the great hall.
Isabella knew that she should do as her husband asked, or rather ordered, but she was certain she could hear the cries of a woman coming from the great hall. Wasn't it her job as Mistress to comfort the woman? She hoped her husband wouldn't be angry with her, because she most certainly couldn't stay put. She had to find out what was going on.
She tiptoed down the corridor and quietly opened the door. She gasped when she saw the sight before her. The castle housekeeper, Tiffany, was being roughly held by Emmett and Jasper. The poor woman looked petrified. She was begging Edward, who was standing before her looking as furious as ever, to listen to reason, but Edward didn't seem in the mood to listen. Isabella wondered what crime Tiffany had committed to be treated so poorly, then Emmett thrust her wrist towards Edward and all became clear. She had a cut on her arm, just above the wrist. The men believed she was her attacker. Was it possible? Could Tiffany be the one that attacked her?
Isabella leaned against the doorframe trying to catch her breath. Her head was spinning, nothing made sense. Tiffany was the only one who had been nice to her from the start. Had it all been a ploy?
"Mistress," someone cried, Isabella wasn't sure who. A hand lightly grabbed her arm. "I think she's going tae swoon."
Edward quickly hurried over to his wife. He was mad at her for not listening to his order. She looked as white as a sheet. He knew her English stomach wouldn't be able to handle what was about to happen, which was the reason why he had ordered her to stay in their room. He quickly guided her to a chair and sat her down, ordering someone to fetch her water. When the servant returned with the cup, he put the water to his wife's lips and ordered her to drink.
Isabella did as she was bid, before gently pushing the cup away. She was over her shock now and from this angle she got a much clearer view of Tiffany's arm. The cut wasn't nearly deep enough and it was on the wrong arm, but how did she convince her husband that he had caught the wrong person and would he even listen to her?