Jackson finished his noodles and left the villa before Zachary got back. At the door, Cynthia saw him off and said again, “Jackson, really think about this. If we go our separate ways peacefully, it’s best for everyone.”
Jackson didn’t answer. He just got into his car and drove off.
Once he was gone, Cynthia called Isabella. It took ages for Isabella to pick up.
“Isabella, are you busy?” Cynthia asked, thinking her daughter must be swamped. “Or did you stay up late again last night?”
She sighed and continued, “Don’t keep staying up so late. Try to get to bed before eleven, alright? Just because you’re young doesn’t mean you can push your luck. So many young people end up getting really sick from burning the candle at both ends. You’re my only child. You have to look after yourself.”
“Mom, I didn’t stay up late.” Isabella’s voice sounded hoarse. “I went out to dinner with everyone last night and drank way too much. I’m still hungover, so I’m just resting at home today.” Her throat hurt, and she had to drag herself out of bed for a glass of warm water before she could even talk properly.
Cynthia’s heart ached for her all over again.
Isabella let her mom fuss for a few minutes, listening to her go on. After Cynthia finally paused, Isabella asked, “Mom, what’s happening with you and Jackson? Did you meet that woman yet?”
“I’m going to. We’re meeting at the coffee shop at ten.”
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