Chapter Seventy-One

Author's point of view

She was quite surprised to see his call, then she answered.

“Isabelle aren't you coming home? Have you decided to stay there for how long?” He just went straight to the point. No greetings, he didn't even ask if she was okay.

“Raphael, I'll be home soon. Besides, when did you start caring about my presence or absence? Aren't you a workaholic anymore?” She asked him, sounding upset already.

“What do you mean by that?” Raphael asked with a stern voice, he wasn't even bothered if he offended her or not.

“You know what? I'm coming home, there are a lot of things I want us to talk about.” Isabelle said, and he didn't say a word; he ended the call.

Isabelle sighs and stands up.

“Isabelle, what's wrong?” Noah asked because it was so obvious that Isabelle wasn't okay.

“Uhh, I'm leaving now, I'll come back tomorrow.” Isabelle ignored his questions and picked up her bag.

“Wait, are you going back to your husband?” He asked her, he looked worried and didn't want he