Isabella couldn't argue with the man anymore. She could only curse him in her heart.
She had to find a way to permanently escape from this man even if it meant for her to marry a random man. She asked for a written agreement right away. After reading the agreement that said how George would stay away from her and her child, Isabella was satisfied.
She picked the agreement paper, signed the transfer papers and threw them at his face before she took her daughter to walk out of the restaurant.
Everything happened hastily and she still couldn't believe what she did a few moments ago.
Her behaviour might seem impolite to others. But what she did to him was a far cry from what she suffered. In her opinion, only when he's beaten to death by her could her behaviour be called as rude.
Since she was already late to her work, Isabella thought she might as well give a plausible excuse and take a day off.
"Baby, since I'm already late to work, I've decided to take a day off. How about we hang out in the park near our house?" Isabella asked her daughter while walking out of the restaurant.
"Really. I love to play with Mommy" the child clapped her tiny hands with a cheerful smile.
Isabella called her superior and asked for a leave. She didn't forget about her daughter's nanny.
She messaged that middle-aged woman and said she would take care of the girl for that day and asked her not to come to the house.
Only after making sure everything was fixed, did she hail a taxi towards the park. The mother-daughter duo soon dropped near the park.
They had lots of fun, both laughing loads until they had no strength in them to continue playing.
"Baby. Would you like to eat anything?" Isabella asked. She wanted to let her daughter have some good food instead of her crappy cooking daily.
"Yeah. Mommy, I want ice cream" the little girl was instantly cheered up hearing her mommy's words.
"No, let's go and eat something else"
"Mommy, how about some cotton candy?" the little one asked with her eyes twinkling in anticipation.
"No. Let's eat something that's not sweet" Isabella said and then grabbed her daughter's hand.
"Something that's not sweet?!" the child looked up at her mother and asked in a puzzled tone.
'Who eats foods that are not sweet?' the child thought in her mind and shook her head helplessly.
"Alright.. let's go eat some hotdogs?" Isabella looked down at her daughter to see if she agrees with her.
"Hot dogs? Who eats dogs and cats?" the little bun cried out with puppy eyes.
'God. Why is she behaving so odd today? Is something wrong with her ?' thinking that her child was acting weird, Isabella tapped and checked her child thoroughly.
But she found nothing wrong with her child.
The little girl found her mother's actions silly and forced a smile "Mommy, I'm fine. Don't worry" and then her voice turned the softest "It's just that I really want to have something sweet like ice-cream"
Isabella felt a headache coming when she found the fact that her daughter was still talking about ice-cream.
"Baby. What happened? Why are you acting so strange today? Why are you being so stubborn? huh?" Isabella held her head.
Her mind was at the edge of blowing up.
She never saw her daughter being so hard-headed. Her daughter had a brain that's better than most children of her age and she always minded her behaviour. But today her attitude seemed completely unbelievable.
For the first time, she found her daughter completely annoying.
"Mommy. It's not me, you are being strange. You always told me that you'd do anything for my happiness. But you never think of your happiness. I know you are upset because of that man. I saw it once on TV and I just thought you would also become refreshed and happy by eating something sweet" the little girl said in her childish voice.
"That's why..." the child continued in a low voice, struggling to keep her eyes from tearing again but was stunned by her mother's sudden tight hug.
Listening to her daughter's words, Isabella plopped down on her knees.
She started crying with a flow of tears running down her eyes. She never thought her child would be so considerate of her and think about her happiness.
In contrast, she was getting impatient with her child's behaviour.
'Am I even worthy of being this little angel's mother?' She thought hugging her baby girl.
Isabella's tears wetted the girl's clothes so much that the child felt cold when the air hit her.
To make her mother feel at ease, the little one playfully teased "Mommy. You should just stop crying. I don't want to get my dress dirty because of your running nose"
"Haha.." Isabella chuckled. She then stood up and wiped her tears.
'I hope I can find her real father one day. I should see what kind of man gave me this beautiful angel' Isabella thought while smiling at her daughter.