Isabella was staring forward after Luke left her. He left her but she could still feel his presence around her so she heaved a heavy sigh, waiting for her mother to arrive.
Mrs Brown soon walked to her front, bringing Isabella's eyes to settle on her presence. "My boyfriend is waiting for me, can you please make this fast?" Isabella tried her best not to appear vulnerable.
"How are you?" The woman asked.
"If you look at me from head to toe, I'm doing fine obviously. What about you?" It was hard for her to tolerate the woman before her and the weather wasn't helping.
"I know you despise me but I don't regret what I did," the woman chose not to answer about how she was doing.
"Why would you?" If Isabella could slap her mother and beat her up, she'd most definitely do so because she was so annoyed. "You are happy, living a luxurious life, married, right?" Isabella wasn't sure.
