"Something happened with Nana Macy, I have to go check it out. Be good and wait for me at home."
Isabella Harrison remained silent. Michael Lees took a tissue from the bedside and did a quick cleanup, got up, and picked out a new set of clothes from the wardrobe.
Shirt, sweater, suit, immaculate and precise.
Isabella Harrison lay silently on the bed watching him dress, pulling her lips slightly, and finally slowly closed her eyes.
After closing the wardrobe, the room was quiet for a moment, followed by the sound of the door opening and closing.
Isabella Harrison slowly opened her eyes, staring blankly at the ceiling, contemplating something.
After a few seconds, she slowly sat up, wanting to prepare to take a bath.
Before she could lift the duvet, the door suddenly swung open with force.
Isabella Harrison turned her head and saw the man who had walked away, coming back again.
Their eyes met, and Isabella Harrison was the first to look away.
"Why did you come back?"
