Looking at Yvette's hostile eyes, Lance felt painful all around his body.
He was Isabel's father!
Yet he was treated like an enemy.
Yvette was so cruel to him...
Seeing that Yvette was so nervous that her hands were trembling, Isabel thought that Yvette was angry, so she began to cry.
"Mommy, I'm sorry. Daddy, um, no, he is not taking me away. It's just I like his hug. Don't be angry with him, okay?"
When she saw Isabel crying, Yvette's eyes became wet.
The tears fell down.
After recovering her memory, she felt like a neurotic.
She was worried about everything, worried that Lance would snatch her daughter away.
She knew how powerful Lance was. As long as he wanted to, he could do that.
"Belle..."
Yvette let Isabel lean on her shoulder, trying hard to hold back her tears, and said with red eyes.
"Mommy is not angry. I'm sorry, baby. I will control my emotions."
