Damian's POV.
After the meeting with Isabella in a room, I confirmed that Sophia was coming to the beach with us and getting her some vanilla-flavored ice cream with all she wanted. It was something that was easily achievable, and of course I was not going to deny her of it.
I, however, needed to think of a way to get Sophia to come with us. I doubt that she was going to want to come with, as if I did not think of a proper way to invite her.
My mother too was wearing a look of disappointment on her face, and I knew I needed to apologize to her too. She was doing all she could to keep Isabella healthy and protect the child from the danger that surrounded me, and the least I could do was appreciate her effort instead of ruining things for her.
"Mother, I'm sorry," I said to her, not wait
