I cried until my voice was hoarse, but all I could do was watch helplessly when he personally locked the water dungeon and left. And I, too, closed my eyes forever in endless agony.
“Let Isabel out. She may have made a mistake, but since Anne is generous, I won’t hold it against her,” Oliver said casually, not noticing the stiffness in his assistant’s expression.
Anne, who was clinging to him, coaxed with a sweet voice, “After my sister comes out, you mustn’t be angry with her anymore. Be a good boy and I’ll make you a little cake."
Oliver looked so touched. “You’re so understanding!”
Yeah, she is so understanding!
I laughed mockingly as I recalled how the conflict between me and Anne started this time.
Anne had insisted on renovating the swimming pool so Oliver could teach her to swim. I was forced to supervise the site for her, though I was heavily pregnant. She suddenly approached me and deliberately asked, “Your husband cares so much about me that he even made you supervise the work while pregnant. Aren't you angry at all?”