Emily was dressed in a red dress, carrying a brand-new Hermes bag, and her exquisite makeup made her look like she was in her thirties, even though she was in her forties already.
Upon seeing Isabella, Emily froze for a moment and smiled. "Bella, why did you just arrive? I thought you didn't care about your father anymore."
Whenever Isabella met Emily in the past, she would affectionately hold onto Emily and praise her aunt's youthful beauty.
But now, Isabella just wished she could scratch Emily's malicious face. However, she couldn't.
In the past day and night, Isabella had lost everything.
Now, she was nothing more than a loser in Emily's eyes.
Engaging in a confrontation would obviously be the worst choice.
At that thought, Isabella tried to calm herself, "Auntie, I'm here to get
