A chill ran through Yvette's heart; Isabella was utterly outrageous, completely devoid of humanity.
But all she could think about was seeing Abigail as soon as possible. She had to know if her daughter had been hurt. It had been so long since she had seen her, and she could only imagine how scared Abigail must be.
"Okay, I will kiss your feet!" Tears glistened in Yvette's eyes as she bent her legs, preparing to crawl to Isabella.
Lyle suddenly pressed down on her shoulders, shouting, "No!"
Yvette struggled to break free from his grip. "Lyle, let me go! Don't you want to know where Abby is?" she cried, desperation in her voice.
Isabella smirked, taking pleasure in their discomfort. "What's the matter? Can't bear the sight of your wife kissing my feet? Then imagine your daughter's cryin
