Chapter 17

Isabella approached, looking at him with a dismissive gaze. “Never mind, Damian. I just need some entertainment. You can keep playing at being the perfect father. But I will remain a woman who lives on my own terms.”

With that, Isabella turned and strode out of the room confidently, leaving Damian still standing by his son’s bed, his heart filled with anger and disappointment.

Damian looked down at David, who was still sleeping weakly.

“I’m sorry, son,” he whispered. “I’m sorry that you have a mother like her...”

***

At that moment, Elena sat at her desk with her laptop open in front of her. Her eyes were glued to the screen, unable to believe the numbers that appeared on the sales report.

“Gosh... this is amazing,” she muttered under her breath.

Tamara, who was sitting on the sofa holding Delya, smiled broadly. “I told you! This is the first time you’ve opened an online sale, and you’ve had so many customers, Elena!”

Elena was still t