Cynthia’s heart sank deeper as Mike’s mother turned slowly to face him, her sharp jaw lifted in a way that told him she wasn’t surprised to see him—only impatient that he had interrupted her inspection.
“I was in Paris,” Isabella said coolly, her voice laced with ice. “Then I heard about your... impulsive little wedding. So I decided it was time I returned. Permanently.”
Mike set the bags down slowly, his gaze flickering from his mother to Isla, and finally to Cynthia—who stood rooted by the doorway, pale and trembling.
“You didn’t even call—” he began.
“There’s no need for calls when your son marries a charity case in secret.” Isabella’s eyes narrowed. “The least you could’ve done was introduce us before dragging the family name into the mud.”
Mike ran a hand through his hair. “You d
