ISABELLA’s POV
I know for sure it’s a bad idea to go with him, but he’s right—I have nowhere to go, nowhere to stay. I can’t risk putting myself or my child in danger.
“You can’t leave me hanging,” he says, a smirk playing on his lips.
I hesitate but finally reach out to shake his hand. His smirk falters for a split second, replaced by surprise, but it quickly returns. “You made a good decision,” he says smugly.
I roll my eyes. “I’m only doing this because it’s the only option I have. Nothing more,” I say firmly.
“Nothing more?” he teases, leaning in slightly, his voice full of mockery. “Are you sure you don’t want more?”
He squeezes my hand briefly, and I pull it away, glaring at him.
His grin widens. “Relax. I’ll go get the discharge papers sorted,” he says casually, glancing at t
