"Mm." Isabella Lindsey responded quickly.
"Why did you speak to Auntie like that just now?" Freya Grey asked, puzzled. "She'll be hurt... you know, there's no mother who doesn't want the best for her children..."
"I don't want to talk about it anymore."
Every time Isabella thought about the scene just now, she felt a tightness in her chest, as if an invisible hand was gripping her throat, making it hard to breathe.
"Screech—"
The sound of sudden brakes pierced the air.
Isabella stopped the car, pulled over, opened the door, and stepped outside. "I need some air."
Coincidentally.
She had just stepped out.
A car that had been following appeared in front of her, and out stepped a handsome and elegant man, like a deity descending, exuding an aura of happiness all around him.
He paced toward her, lightly curling his lips. "Lola, wasn't our meeting just perfect?"
"Are you stalking me?" Isabella frowned.
At this moment, her emotions were tangled, and her expression was peculiar.
