"Isaac, get out!"
Isaac, wearing an apron, hurriedly greeted her with a smile. "Molly, you're back."
Smack!
Molly slapped Isaac hard across the face. Her eyes were red, clearly from crying all the way back.
"Are you even a man? You left me alone and ran back here!"
Isaac, who had just been slapped, wasn't angry. When he received the home alarm message, he knew the assassin must have already infiltrated the house, waiting for him. He couldn't show his strength in front of Molly, and staying in the car wouldn't help. So he decided to rush back first to deal with the assassin.
He had also looked through Lisa's information; those thugs were no match for her. As long as Molly stayed in the car and didn't run around, there wouldn't be any danger.
Of course, all of this was Isaac's own pla
