Chapter Three Hundred And Eleven: What Do You Say, Little One?

Reina's point of view :

This was not going to end well, I chanted in my head for the umpteenth time already.

"Remind me what we're doing here exactly," I couldn't exactly remember what she said the last time.

"Shhh," Isabella pressed her finger against my lips to my surprise.

"Lower your voice for the hundredth time already, Reina," She groaned.

"I can't calm down since my heart is leaping against my chest because I just found my daughter in some random rich dude's house and would have come up with the most ridiculous thought if I hadn't seen her crouching down in the garden and peering out to God knows what, " I gushed out, feeling relieved afterward. Phew, anxiety is bad.

However, I should have said nothing because Isabella didn't respond at all, instead, she announced," He's out, "

"Who's out?" I asked, stretching my head to take a look when she pulled me back down.

"Julie,"