Nathan glared at her, displeased.
“What did I say wrong? Is it that funny?”
Isabella replied, “These rumors fall on me, and you just tell me to tolerate it. But if it were Victoria, would you let her tolerate it?”
With that, she threw her bank card onto the ground, then turned and left.
Her voice, clear and bright, floated back to him. “You’re so generous buying her a dress, though.”
Nathan stood frozen, feeling a sharp pang of shame.
It seemed that he had only ever protected Victoria, never caring about Isabella’s grievances.
Yet—
He watched her retreating figure, her indifferent attitude toward his neglect. Strangely, it made him feel increasingly agitated.
Back in the bedroom, Isabella threw her exhausted body onto the bed and closed her eyes to rest.
Suddenly, her phone rang
