"Mike can be your father and you are so cheap that you go to be his mistress?" He stared at me with sarcasm in his eyes.
My mother's death was a hurdle that I would never get over in my heart. My heart seemed to be tightly grasped and I bit my lips tightly to prevent tears from falling.
The mother who was proud of her life and hated mistresses the most was still being scolded for not educating her daughter well and raising a cheap daughter like me.
I took a deep breath, suppressed the sob in my throat and chuckled, "Yes, I am a bitch, otherwise why would I believe your lies and be your mistress for three years?"
Isaac's face sank and just as he was about to speak, my legs suddenly weakened and I almost fell. He subconsciously reached out to support me and his palm touched my hot skin and his face suddenly changed.
"You have a fever?" He asked with his face sank.
I pushed him away and barely stood up, "It's none of your business."
He pulled me and wanted to take me to the hospital. I struggled hard, but I couldn't get rid of his iron-like hand.
"Let go! Mr. Ross is still waiting for me, I don't have time to play with you." I struggled hard.
Isaac's eyes were filled with rage and before he could get angry, the bathroom door was suddenly pushed open.
"Oh, Mr. Giordano is interested in my little lover?" it was Mike.
Mike leaned against the door frame drunkenly, his eyes swept back and forth between me and Isaac and his smile was meaningful.
Isaac glanced at him coldly without letting me go and said, "She has a fever."
Mike sneered, "She is my woman, is it your turn to worry about her?"
He came over and pulled me into his arms to claim his sovereignty. "Let's go back and continue drinking."
I endured the discomfort and left with him obediently, but Isaac suddenly said, "Mike, bullying the daughter of your former sweetheart, is this what you call love?"
My mind was dazed and I didn't understand what Isaac meant for a while. He forced my mother to death and destroyed my family, but now he sympathized with me?
Mike narrowed his eyes and spoke in a bad tone. "Mr. Giordano, it's meaningless for you to say this, right?"
Isaac ignored him and reached out to pull me into his arms, "She has a fever like this and you still let her drink? Mr. Ross, drinking is fun, but it's not good to cause a death."
Mike's face changed and he obviously realized that I was not in a good state.
But he soon sneered again, "Why, Mr. Giordano, are you feeling sorry for her? It wasn't like this when you stepped on her in the mud!"
Isaac didn't answer and dragged me out directly. I struggled and he picked me up horizontally.
Mike cursed behind me, but Isaac didn't even look back. I was hot all over and I didn't even have the strength to struggle, so I could only let him stuff me into the car.
Mike took advantage of his unpreparedness and got into the car, sitting in the passenger seat, with a cold tone, "Mr. Giordano, where are you going to take my woman?"
Isaac ignored his deliberately aggravated tone and said lightly, "If she is burned stupid, it will be meaningless for you to play with her."
Mike snorted and didn't say anything else.
The car drove in the night and there was silence in the car.
Until Isaac asked me, "Where is the child buried? I want to see him."
My heart shrank suddenly and my nails pinched into my palms. He thought Boby was dead.
Five years ago, after the wedding farce, I gave birth to a boy prematurely, but Isaac didn't even bother to look at him.
Later, he destroyed everything I had and I left with Boby, who had a congenital heart disease. Everyone thought the child didn't survive. I didn't want Isaac to know that Boby was still alive.
