No one had recovered from the shock yet when suddenly there was a knock on the door.
"Excuse me, is this the home of Mr. Michael Lees?"
Everyone turned their heads at the sound.
The door wasn't closed, and the woman at the entrance placed her hand on the doorframe, her gaze finally stopping here.
Maybe because she suddenly saw so many people, she was a bit taken aback.
Nana Macy.
The moment Isabella Harrison saw Nana Macy, her heart suddenly went cold.
Unprecedented coldness.
Even though just after getting married, when Michael Lees ignored her from the beginning, leaving her to fend for herself, Isabella's heart had never felt as cold as it did now.
Of all things, Nana Macy should not have appeared in such a situation, especially not in her and Michael Lees' home.
Michael Lees frowned, looking at Nana Macy. Although his expression and tone were still poor, it was obviously much more restrained than before.
"Why are you here?"
