Chapter 92
She had to go, of course, but it was so far from Dolphin Cove that it was hard to get a cab on New Year’s Eve.
She was so muddled when she left the house that she didn’t even have her cell phone with her.
Karina was afraid Karina would go crazy if she woke up and couldn’t find her.
“Mom!”
Rowan ran over and pulled Isolde’s hand again.
“Mom don’t leave, okay? Today is New Year’s Eve! Mom we used to spend New Year’s Eve together have you
forgotten?”
Isolde closes her eyes and takes a deep breath, suppressing the emotions swirling in her heart.
When she opened her eyes again, there was only a coldness in her eyes.
She drew back her hand and looked at Vincent, “If you don’t want me to relocate the baby, have someone
send me back now.”
Vincent frowned, “I know that I have unshirkable responsibility for what happened to your mother, but Rowan is just a child, this matter has nothing to do with him, and I also know clearly that you are never the
one who would anger a child.”
“You’re wrong.” Isolde shrugged off Rowan’s hand, “His birth mother is Doris, and like I said, if anything happens to my mom, I’m going to hold it against you and Doris.”
“Isolde, you’re being very nonchalant right now, I’m not going to argue with you.”
Vincent, seemingly helpless, placed the white soup in his hand on the table and beckoned to Rowan, “Rowan,
come here.”
Rowan looked at Isolde apprehensively, then walked towards Vincent.
When he reached Vincent, Rowan took his hand and asked cautiously, “Daddy, Mommy looks like she’s
angry? Did you guys have a fight?”
“We didn’t fight.” Vincent rubbed Rowan’s head, “Why don’t you go upstairs and play by yourself first?”
Rowan actually didn’t want to go upstairs, but he could sense that the atmosphere was bad right now, and Isolde was being so much colder towards him!
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He was actually a bit angry, Isolde had never been this cold to him before!
But he didn’t dare make a scene, because Isolde looked so mean right now!
Rowan deflated his mouth and nodded his head in resignation, “Okay, then daddy, you and mommy talk
nicely and don’t fight!”
Vincent smiled down at him, “Got it.”
Rowan went upstairs in three steps.
When he reached the second floor, he immediately ran back to his room and took out his phone watch to call
Doris ……
Downstairs, Vincent knocked on the desktop, “I made soup for you, have some first.”
This commanding demeanor caused Isolde to snort coldly, “I’m not blessed with the soup you made, right
now I just want to get out of here immediately.”
Vincent knew that she was unhappy and prickly at the moment, and would not accept his concern half as
much.
He pinched his brow, his tone softened a few points, “I’ve already called Arthur, he’s contacted Karina, you stay tonight, I’ll send you back in the morning.”
“On what grounds?” Isolde’s attitude was strong, “Vincent, you are not qualified to arrange me! I want to
leave now!”
Vincent frowned, “It’s very late now, Rowan stayed up tonight to keep watch over you, do you want to let him
be sad?”
“He’s your and Doris‘ son!”
Isolde’s voice drew up a few notches, her chest heaving violently, “I’ve brought you five years of children, mercifully! And don’t you forget, we’re already in the process of getting a divorce, I have no obligations to Rowan anymore!”
Vincent’s face grew somber as he listened to these words.
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