Chapter 22 – Nasty Woman
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A four-year-old child crumpled her face as she looked at me.
I could see the rejection on her lips and eyes as Isabella forcedly handed her to my arms. The way she clings to her mother’s clothes shows how much she hates the idea of separating from the woman.
At the very least, it made me believe that Isabella is doing her part well. At the same time, the fact that I’ve never been in this child’s life is as clear as day in her sour reaction.
“I will pick her up tomorrow night.”
Without hesitation, Isabella pushed the child into my hand before walking away. She did not even turn around to confirm the welfare of her daughter. Somehow, I was irked by her actions and the subtle indifference she showed in front of our daughter.
It was pretty ironic consideri
