Ashly came back to the room without Cristian, her expression tense. And Faustino braced himself for the blast.
"Where has Cristian gone?" Lizella questioned. "Did the both of you see each other?
"Yes," Ashly said firmly, her furious gaze darting to Faustino and then back to her mother. "He wants to believe this is just the way he is, and that he must learn to embrace it." Her eyes sparkled, but she was still enraged. "It's entirely Isaac's doing! He's got him baffled and twisted, believing he's..." She locked her gaze on Faustino. "How could you have stood there and let Isaac do that to him? Do you give a damn what he'll do to Cristian?" Her eyes widened slightly as if she was recalling something, and she grabbed Faustino's phone from her pocket. "Dad, tell me how you got your phone.
