Chapter 619 - Six Hundred And Nineteen: Lets Call A Truce (2/2)
Cecil liked Isabella but she loved her son, Pedro more and won't let the girl's childish decision ruin her son's future. Pedro was her priority.
”Mimi,” Cecil called to her daughter, ”Go, get your backpack and your brother in his room, the chauffeur would get you both to school,”
But the girl shook her head stubbornly, ”No, mummy, I want to stay with Isabella,” She clung further to Isabella's side, afraid that her mother might snatch her away.
”If you don't get to school, your father would be angry. I'm sure you don't want to disappoint papa?”
Mimi but on her lips unsure.
”Don't worry, you should go little one,” Isabella attempted to persuade, ”I'll visit once again,” she promised her.
”You will?” her eyes brightened with expectation.
”Yes, and the next time, I'll come with your brother, Pedro,”
”Yeah!” Mimi celebrated yet the smart girl added immediately, ”Pinky promise?” she brought out her pinky finger already; Mimi wanted to be sure their deal was sealed.
”Sure,” Isabella brought out her finger as well, and together, they locked their pinkies.
”Done,”
And with that, Mimi got down to her feet, satisfied with their agreement. Isabella wouldn't fail her, she doesn't go back on her words.
As soon as the girl left, Isabella took a seat and an awkward silence descended on them until Cecil asked, ”Tea or coffee,” as a maid came to serve them.
”Coffee,” was Isabella's reply.
”Tsk,” Cecil clicked her tongue, ”Just like your father,” She lifted her head, asking boldly, ”Aren't you afraid that I might drug your coffee,” She hinted at her father, Niklaus' phobia to people preparing his coffee.
”Sure, you can try,” Isabella smirked at her, ”Unfortunately, you don't have it in you,”
Cecil scoffed, ”Your confidence is quite annoying, to be honest,”
”That's why your son likes me,” Isabella replied, accepting the coffee served to her and took a sip from it.
”My father's coffee tastes better, they should taste a crash course from him,” She gestured to the maid who served her.
”Stop beating around the bush, Isabella,” Cecil was all down for business, ”Tell me, why are you here?”
”I want us to come to a truce,”
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