"Isabella," Melinda greeted her, suppressing the uneasy feeling in her heart.
Isabella nodded slightly. "Please sit down, Sister."
She gestured toward the chair opposite her, and Melinda quickly took a seat.
After that, Isabella poured her some tea and handed her the cup.
"So, what do you need from me?" She asked calmly, looking at Melinda with a hint of curiosity.
Their relationship couldn't be described as good or bad—it was simply neutral.
Of course, since Melinda had married Ragan first, she was technically Isabella's older sister.
Melinda took a small sip of tea before speaking. "I came to see Nolan. Can you tell me where he is?"
"Nolan?" Isabella was momentarily stunned. Her brows furrowed slightly as she asked, "What do you need from him?"
As far as she could remember, there was no connection between her lazy son and Melinda.
