After Yolanda's sharp warning, Isobel kept her head down, not daring to utter a word.
Yolanda's expression grew gentler as she reached for Isobel's hand, clasping it warmly in her own.
"Isobel, I know this isn't your intention. But years have gone by. You can't keep holding onto Morris forever. There are plenty of wonderful men in this world. Once you transfer your registration to our household, I'll help you find someone perfect for you, okay?"
Absolutely not!
Sure, there were good men everywhere, but none could compare to Morris.
Her feelings for Morris ran deep—years deep.
He was devastatingly handsome and came from an elite family. Despite his rebellious streak, he possessed unwavering principles and moral clarity.
Isobel was certain Morris was the only man she'd ever marry.
But she couldn't afford to clash with Yolanda right now.
She managed a weak smile.
