Isabella just stood there, silent.
Thunder rolled in the distance. Rain was coming.
Summers in Cabinda were always like this. Sometimes, heavy rain would fall for days on end, flooding the streets and turning everything into rivers.
“Stephanie, it’s going to rain soon,” Isabella said, glancing at her with a look that almost pleaded for help.
Stephanie smiled kindly. “I know, Isabella. You should go inside. We’re heading home too.”
If Stephanie had come by herself, Isabella might have invited her in for a chat. But with Ethan there, she didn’t even bother to ask.
Stephanie grabbed Ethan’s arm. “Come on, let’s go. It’s about to pour. If you keep standing out here, we’ll all get drenched. And take your car with you. Next time, don’t you dare show up here with your car unless Isabella says you can.”
She paused, her voice suddenly sharper. “If you do, I’ll have all your tires taken off. Don’t think I won’t.”
Stephanie was the kind of person who really would do what others only threatened.
“Grandma…” Ethan muttered.
As he turned, Ethan noticed Harold’s car parked in front of the villa.
Harold was just about to walk in, but when he saw Ethan and Stephanie, he stopped and greeted Stephanie with respect.
Stephanie had arrived so fast because Harold had called her. She was staying at Jeremy’s place for a while. The moment Harold called, she told her driver to bring her over right away.
Luckily, Jeremy’s house was close by, so Stephanie got there in no time. Not only did she come straight over, but she also asked Jeremy to send her things to Ethan’s place. She planned to stay for a while.
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