Isabelle remembered what Elijah had said before and instinctively took a step back.
"Mr. Inglewood, how is your health?"
Corbin said calmly, "I'm fine. It's nothing serious."
Only, a trace of coldness flashed through his eyes.
Isabelle lowered her gaze.
"That's good."
After that, silence fell between them.
Until a phone call came in.
Corbin answered the call, and his expression quickly turned grave.
He stood up, preparing to leave.
When he walked past Isabelle, Corbin said softly beside her ear, "Isabelle, I won't give up. Not on you, and not on anything else."
After Corbin left, Isabelle finally breathed a sigh of relief.
She returned to her seat and suddenly heard a soft clink.
It sounded as if something had fallen to the floor.
It had probably been brushed down by her slee
