Ian strolled towards the front door, his gaze sweeping over the meticulously maintained front yard. The house before him held a special significance – it was the very place Isabella had spent her formative years. As he stood there, staring at the closed door, he could not help but give an irritated sigh.
He hated going anywhere uninvited. He should have met her family, formally proposed marriage and held a get together. Instead he had to come here to straighten up her brother and father as if he was a mafia.
Despite the nagging discomfort, Ian recognized the importance of the situation. He needed to make this aspect either change or disappear. And while Isabella might not be happy when she learnt of his actions later, he knew that she would hate herself even more if she had to be the one to take the decision of severing ties with people who were toxic to her. Specially with those whom she held good memories.
