"Why would he say that?" Isabella finally responded with a light chuckle, averting her gaze to her food while keeping her demeanor calm and composed. She picked up her fork and knife, elegantly cutting through her meal and picking it up with the fork to stare at the slice.
"My husband and I…. Because he doesn't like someone or something, that doesn't mean I should despise it too when I am not the one offended." She answered, taking the meal into her mouth. "I understand your point, but the thing is whoever he has problems with has nothing to do with me. I have been staying here by myself with no female of my age to speak with, and now that you're here, why should I throw it away because of some silly misunderstanding you had with my husband?"
Isabella's expression made Madeline believe she found it absurd, and she pulled back. "So he won't harass you for talking with me?"
