The Bentley was speeding ahead, and as it passed by me, a strong gust of wind followed behind. I coughed a little due to the dust that came with it. The Bentley made a turn before pulling over in front of me. The window was rolled down, revealing Isabelle’s angry face.
She was glaring at me and Christopher’s clasped hands while her cheeks were flushed from anger. “Did you not take my words to heart?”
“Mom!” I was already upset with what happened earlier, and her scolding made me feel worse. “I—”
“You don’t have to explain. I don’t want to do this with you in public. Get in,” Isabelle pushed open the car door and instructed.
“Mrs. Goldstein…”
“I don’t want to hear a word from you. Nothing you say can change the fact that your mother killed my brother. Christopher, please let go of my daughter’s hand.” Isabelle’s anger was so overwhelming that it felt like it could swallow me alive.
I wanted to let go of his hand, but he tightened his grip on mine. “Mrs. Goldstein, do you have to do this? Why are you forcing Eve to do as you wish? Can’t you just let her be happy? She’s your daughter, after all. Shouldn’t her happiness come first?”
Christopher was holding my hand, and his tone sounded determined.
“Shut up. Are you implying that she has to marry you in order to be happy? What makes you think you’re in the place to say such a thing? Your mom is a murderer. Why would I let my daughter marry you?” Isabelle stepped out of the car after noticing that I wasn’t getting in and attempted to shove me into the car. When I didn’t want to, she tried to hit me but to no avail as Christopher immediately stopped her.
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