Dominic said, “No need. Stay out of this. I’ll handle it myself.”
Isabella’s expression tightened. “They’re clearly not here with good intentions. If you go alone, I won’t feel at ease.”
Dominic refused to argue. He turned his gaze toward the school gate instead.
At that moment, the bell rang.
When it became clear he would not respond, Isabella fell silent.
Children streamed out in waves, backpacks bouncing against their shoulders. Amid the crowd, Lilith stood out at once, her red scarf bright against the afternoon light.
She stepped through the gate, and the moment she spotted Dominic and Isabella, her eyes lit up.
To her, having both her parents pick her up together was a rare and precious treat.
She ran toward them, beaming. “Daddy! Mommy!”
Isabella smiled and lifted her into her arms.
Noticing Yara beside them, Lilith tilted her head and asked curiously, “Huh? Who’s this lady?”
Dominic said, “This is Yara.”
Lilith nodded obediently. “Hello, Yara!”
Yara felt quite happy, though her words came with effort. “You… too… Could you… maybe… call me… Aunt Yara… from now on?”
Lilith froze.
Isabella’s brow creased slightly. Her tone remained calm. “There are too many people here. Let’s go home first.”
With that, she carried Lilith to the car.
A flicker of loneliness crossed Yara’s eyes, but she forced a smile and watched them get in.
She was so sensible that it made one’s heart ache.
Dominic lowered his voice. “That’s just how she is. Don’t take it to heart.”
In truth, Isabella restrained herself only because Yara was ill. If it had been any other woman, Isabella would not have shown such restraint, though she would likely have lost her composure in the end.
Dominic understood that he could not force Isabella to like Yara.
He helped Yara into the back seat of the old car, folded the wheelchair, placed it in the trunk, and drove off.
He realized he had not returned to Luxe Residence for several days.
On the way, Lilith sat in Isabella’s arms and peered at Yara in the back seat. “Aunt Yara, what’s wrong with you?”
Hearing the new form of address, Yara felt a quiet surge of satisfaction. “I… am… sick…”
Lilith’s face fell. “Ah, what? Then Aunt Yara is so pitiful!”
Yara thought of her childhood and felt a sudden, inexplicable sadness. She lowered her head.
Isabella glanced at her. “Yara, where is your home? Where is your family?”
Dominic frowned at once. She certainly knew how to press on a sore spot.
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As expected, Yara stiffened. Her eyes reddened. She bit her lip and remained silent.
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Dominic answered for her. “Yara doesn’t have a home. Aside from her, there’s only her brother, Max.”
Isabella had not anticipated such a background. A complicated look flickered in her eyes, but she asked no further questions.
That was her limit. No matter how pitiful Yara’s circumstances, if she harbored improper intentions toward her husband, Isabella would not show mercy.
That night, Yara sat on the sofa, studying the beautifully decorated house with timid unease.
Dominic checked the time. “Rest here. I’m heading out.”
Isabella’s voice tightened with anxiety. “Honey-”
“Don’t argue.” Dominic lifted a hand to stop her and spoke firmly. “Stay home and watch Lily. I’ll be fine. I’ll be back soon.”
Worry clouded Isabella’s eyes, but when she saw the resolve on his face, she swallowed her objections. “Alright. Just be careful.”
Sara Lili is a daring romance writer who turns icy landscapes into scenes of fiery passion. She loves crafting hot love stories while embracing the chill of Iceland’s breathtaking cold.

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