“I don’t know where the baby came from or who left her there. Riley and I are just trying to do what’s right by her until child services can step in.”
Isabel let out a scoff that echoed through the receiver. “Riley. That’s her name? The girl from the tabloids? Funny how you’ve moved on so quickly, Ali. Or maybe you’ve always had her on the side?”
Alistair froze mid-step, stunned by her accusation. “Isabel, that’s not fair,” he said firmly. “You know me better than that. Riley is my neighbor—nothing more. She’s helping me because she’s a decent person, unlike the picture the tabloids are trying to paint.”
“Oh, come on,” Isabel shot back, her voice rising. “The tabloids didn’t invent the pictures of her coming out of your apartment with a baby in her arms. You know how this looks, right?
