Chapter 11

Autumn

If anger could be expressed in words, I would have scribbled ‘ANGER’ in a paper for about a thousand times at least.

What does Ian think of himself? At least I came home when I was out late; it didn’t matter what time. I came home. Ian didn’t even return home, and it was eleven in the morning. Tell me, why had I never killed him before?

I served Isabel tea and some light breakfast. She was doing better than last night. Somehow she already accepted the fact that Nora was her mother. However, Isabel booked Nora’s ticket for Italy as well. So yeah, that pretty much explained about Isabel not giving a damn. I was proud of her. Ada and Simon raised her pretty well. I wondered if they were blind while raising Ian.

I called Ian again. But for the tenth time, it went straight to voicemail. I rolled my eyes.

Guess what the voicemail said?

‘Ian is currently fucked up because of your nonsense. Get lost.’

First, he left without saying a word. Sec