Isabella looked at him innocently, her face devoid of any guilt.
But Nathan stormed up to her, grabbing her arm roughly, his grip tightening painfully around her wrist.
"Isabella, did you deliberately set up Victoria? Did you make her the target of ridicule at the banquet, forcing her to drink on my behalf? Do you know what kind of suffering she’s been through after drinking tonight?"
Nathan’s eyes were bloodshot, wild with anger as he roared at her, almost like a beast on the hunt.
"Nathan, what are you doing? I don’t understand," Isabella tried to break free from his grasp, her voice trembling.
She said she didn’t understand, but deep down, she was crystal clear. She knew exactly what had happened. Theo had made Victoria drink two glasses of alcohol, and with her compromised healt
