She wished she could strip the tendons from Cecilia's body and peel off her skin!
Margaret held Isabel, gently stroking her back, "Keep your voice down, Isabel. Have you forgotten who those people are outside?"
The people outside were sent by Cecilia, and any carelessness would lead to another beating.
Isabel gritted her teeth in anger. Suddenly, an audacious idea popped into her brain, and hope gradually glimmered in her eyes. "Daddy, Mommy, I have an idea."
Andres, leaning against the wall, gradually shifted his gaze over, "What idea?"
"Isabel, what's your idea?" Margaret looked at her excitedly, seemingly already envisioning their escape from this hellish place.
"I have a senior sister; she's the daughter of the President of Country A." Isabel laughed venomously, her laughter carrying an eerie chill, "I seem to remember her nemesis is Thomas Shannon."
"You want to join forces with her?"
