Chapter 103

YSABELLE

A smile crept on my lips, seeing her unexpected reaction. “Is this place more comfortable than the actual jail?” I whispered, enough not to hear the two individuals at the door.

But clearly enough for her to understand what I meant.

“Get up and talk to me normally.” I hissed. “Or do you want that police officer to know that you're faking it to avoid the real prison?” I pulled down her long skirt, covering her bare legs. “You know, I have all the means to make this quicker than Ronan. He's just playing gently to you because you're Jacob's mother.” I harshly let go of her chin. “But not to me.”

I leaned back on the couch and crossed my arms.

“She's fine, and her handcuffs did not come off,” I said to the nurse and police officer.

They let out a sigh and gazed down at Candice on the floor.

“Call us if it happens again, Ms. Cortez.”

I nod and give us privacy again. Through my peripheral vision, Candice sat down on the floor.

“I want to see my son.” She firmly spoke.

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