Isabel and I hadn't arranged everything yet, so breaking up now wouldn't involve any complications.
Thinking of this, I took the key to her house from my bag and handed it to her. "I won't be going to your place anymore. I've changed the locks on my door; you can just throw the key away."
Isabel didn't take it. She was angry.
She was about to say something when her phone rang in her pocket.
She looked at the screen, and Mason Bell's name was prominently displayed.
She hesitated, looking up at me.
Being close to her, I could see the name on her phone screen.
"Answer it. Maybe he needs you."
She hesitated for a moment but still answered the call in front of me.
Isabel spoke with him, her gaze still following me.
I was about to leave when she suddenly grabbed my wrist.
Mason said something on the phone, and she nodded in agreement. "Okay, we'll be there later."
After that, she hung up.
"Mason wants to apologize to you. If you won't attend my mother's appointment, you should go to this one at least, right?"
Hearing this, I suddenly felt she was so unfamiliar.
Although she was not overly dependent on her mother, she respected her mother the most.
I thought she would always put her mother first in everything, but she actually said such a thing.
When did Mason become more important in her heart than her mother?
To avoid further entanglement, I simply followed her to the appointment just to see what Mason was up to.
I got into her car, and a faint scent of rosemary filled the air.
I looked up and saw a small, exquisite pendant hanging in the front.
She had previously said she didn't like any pendants in the car, fearing they would affect her vision.
The lucky pendant my mother and I had personally chosen for her was now who-knows-where.
"Did you buy this?"
She glanced sideways and said casually, "I don't like shopping. I couldn't have bought this kind of thing."
Just after saying that, she seemed to realize her mistake, her expression tense. She explained, "This was a freebie when Mason bought something. He doesn't like this scent, so he left it here."
I remained indifferent to her explanation and kept silent.
We arrived at the restaurant, and Mason was already waiting at the table.
Seeing me, he was taken aback for a moment, then quickly regained his composure.
"Ethan, come sit down."
Mason led me to sit opposite him, and the waiter brought the menu.