Isabella’s POV.
Charles had his eyes out with his hands crossed over his chest while he sat behind me in the new car Esam gave me.
His forehead was wrinkled in anger, his lips pouted in protest while his jaws pumped.
Charles was bent on returning the car I got as a gift. His reason? It was from Esam.
“And why is that a problem?” I questioned him as I sat at the passenger's side, my eyes fixed on Mekka who was driving both of us and her children too in the car to school.
Charles wouldn't say anything. He just sat there with an angry look on his face, barely looking at me.
“Maybe he's just upset about something. Most times my children wake up on the wrong side of the bed too. They get a little edgy and get upset about everything. Give it time.”
Mekka advised.
I took her words, lookin
