However, the old lady's sharpness did not relent, even increasing excessively: "Isabella Weaver, get out of here immediately! Leave my grandson! You jinx! Vixen! Will you only be satisfied when my grandson is dead?"
"I'm not the one harming him. It's Austin Winters; if you want to settle accounts, you'd better go to the Winters mother and son instead."
Isabella's face was pale, she hadn't rested for two days and nights, and she was both physically and mentally exhausted; her tone towards the old lady was exceptionally stiff.
"Before you married my grandson, they were all fine! It was only when you appeared that conflict was stirred among them! You deserve to die! Did you also kidnap Amy Winters? You are nothing but a venomous woman!"
The old lady wanted to hit her, but with Connor and the others in between, she couldn't reach Isabella. In her anger, she threw her bag at Isabella's head, but Connor caught it.
