Chapter 185

Bobby had been keeping his eyes on the exit when the moment caught his attention.

Tilting his head for a better look, he murmured curiously, "Who's that guy with Verena? Pretty sharp-looking, isn't he?"

Isaac's expression tightened, his brow knitting ever so slightly.

Bobby had only spoken in passing and didn't pick up on the slight shift in his brother's expression.Spotting Verena moving in their direction, he broke into a grin and waved enthusiastically. "Verena! Over here!"

Her steps slowed at the sound of his voice, and she turned her head toward the familiar call.

Off to the side stood Bobby in a loose tracksuit,grinning like a fool and waving his arm high. Beside him, Isaac sat in his wheelchair, dressed in a sleek black suit, a bouquet of white roses resting in his hands. His smile was calm, almost tender.

The hall around them was crowded and noisy, yet their presence stood out in the sea of travelers.

Both men were watching her closely, wvaiting for her to reach them, their smiles filled with warmth.

For Verena, the sight stirred something deep in her chest. Since Shawna's death, no one had stood waiting for her with that kind of anticipation.

A soft light entered her eyes, and her lips curved as she walked toward them.

"You're finally back," Bobby said, rushing to grab her suitcase before she could protest.

"Welcome home," Isaac added gently, holding the bouquet out to her.

Verena's gaze lingered on the flowers, her surprise written across her face.

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