"Your mother underwent an experimental procedure, a different type of pregnancy, to ensure that the child she carried would have no trace of me in its veins. You weren't an accident of passion, Severine. You were a project of her vanity."
Vanity...
No wonder Isabella was so obsessed with little Severine being perfect. She wanted the girl to learn everything.
Anything could trigger her Awakening; thus, Isabella had pushed her into a deep pit, never considering the harm it might cause.
When there was no hope of her awakening, Isabella had shifted her focus to find a better partner for Severine.
Even then, she didn't focus on why Severine hadn't awakened, nor did she worry about her being malnourished.
Emmett's arrival had given Isabella the opportunity she had always dreamed of.
Inch by inch, the fog clouding her vision began to lift, and she could clearly see the truth that had always been in front of her eyes.
"So," she gulped, her lips dry, "I was truly... nothing to you."
