Isabella’s POV
The commotion from the room had died down.
Yes but now, the evening had taken a different turn entirely for all of us, especially for me.
Seated with my son clutched between my legs, I watched more drama unfold.
The living room felt like a pressure cooker, the tension so thick it was almost suffocating.
Everyone sat in uneasy silence, with Mekka on one side of me and Isam glowering from the opposite couch.
Esam stood nearby, arms crossed and jaw tight, his presence commanding all of us to behave, especially his brother who threatened to move with every breath that he took.
“Charles, mommy needs to have a discussion with the big people, how about you go sit with your friends and I'll call you later?” I whispered to my son.
Charles was so obedient, he nodded gently a
