CHAPTER 64
ISABELLE’S POV
I was just heading down from the stairs when the doorbell rang. The sound grated my nerves. It was already too late to be expecting a visitor.
“Elena?” I said, as I opened the door slowly.
She didn’t wait to be let in. Her hand pushed against the door. Her eyes were red with desperation. “I have to see my son.”
“You aren’t supposed to be here.” I whispered, stepping out and shutting the door behind me before she decides to make a scene.
“That child is my life, Isabelle. You said I’d be part of his life.” She hissed.
“I know what I said, Elena, and clearly you’ve seen to have forgotten your place.”
“I am his mother, what makes you think you can shut me out….”
I cut in calmly. “Not until you decided to accept my arrangements. I couldn’t care less if you
