Isabella Harrison spoke, her eyes slightly red, but still she said with a smile:
"Don't be deceived by her tough exterior; she has just been hurt too much. Nobody protects her, so she can only protect herself. In fact, she is more fragile than anyone else. So... don't bully her, treat her well, and protect her! I have no right to entrust her to you, but if you ever make her sad, I will be the one who has the right to take her away from you."
Arabella Vanderbilt felt a sourness in her throat.
Every word Isabella said landed precisely on the softest part of her heart.
She was grateful for this great gift the world had given her.
"Isabella..."
Arabella Vanderbilt let out a long sigh, overwhelmed with emotion and at a loss for words, so she could only reach out, wanting to grasp Isabella Harrison's hand.
However, a large hand intercepted her outstretched hand halfway and held it in his palm.
