Mrs. Ding sat beside Isabella Lindsey on the sofa, continuing to help her with the ice pack, sighed softly, "Ah, your father is too much. He hit his daughter, walked away without a word of apology. When I go to bed tonight, I'll definitely give him a good lesson for you."
"... " Isabella Lindsey did not respond.
Right now, she suddenly wanted someone's shoulder to lean on to feel at peace.
Even if all the men in the world betrayed him, that person wouldn't, right?
But, where would he be now?
On the rooftop of the villa next door?
Drinking alone?
Or watching the stars?
...
Isabella Lindsey's mind started to wander again, thinking about every move of that person...
This was indeed a bit contradictory.
She didn't cherish it when they were together.
Separated, she missed him terribly...
"Alright, Isabella, I'll take you back to your room to rest."
