Victor offered her a seat on the couch as he went inside the kitchen to get water.
Isabella was impatient as she watched him pour the glass of water into a glass and offered it to her.
“This will help you relax.”
She took the water and put it on the table.
“So what solution do you have because I really need one now?”
“Shall I make you something special? Perhaps some fried chicken or burger.”
“Victor, I am not here for food. I just need a solution. My business would crumble if I didn’t find one soon.”
She fought the tears swelling up in her eyes.
“You know how much I put into this business. I thought you understood me and shared my pain. Why did you do this to me?
Victor moved closer to Isabella on the couch, offering her solace as he put his arm on her shoulder and offered her a
