"Isla hurt herself by accident just now. Isla, go ahead and explain to Mr. Vale," Richard said, clearly panicking.
Isla sat there quietly, and at his words, she nearly laughed out loud.
Does he actually think I'm stupid enough to play along with that?
"Isla, sweetheart, don't be shy in front of Mr. Vale. Wasn't there a mosquito on your cheek? You slapped it yourself and it left a mark," Richard prompted.
"Isla's always been sensitive even a light tap leaves a mark on her." Richard's forehead had gone slick with sweat under Grayson's cold, imperious stare.
Still, he forced the smile to stay put.
Isla felt zero sympathy for him whatsoever. All she wanted to say was: serves you right.
But if she didn't play along and defuse this, the fallout would land squarely on her grandmother.
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