Ivy looked at her puzzled: "Isla, is there something that happened between you and my mother-in-law?"
Isla Linton looked at her calmly and pressed her lips together: "It's all in the past, I don't want to bring it up again.
Let's just consider it a nightmare; I hope it passes soon.
Ivy, it's getting late, let's go back. Don't you have to go back and take care of your child?"
"Okay," Ivy nodded, but she looked at Isla with concern once more.
Was she really alright? She was vaguely worried.
Isla didn't have a car, so Ivy drove her back to the apartment complex.
On the way, Isla kept silent, and Ivy glanced at her occasionally.
"You need to put a face mask on when you get back, your face is a bit red."
Isla smiled: "Alright, don't worry about me, I'm really fine.
What's the deal with that girl named Florence? Your mother-in-law seems to like her quite a bit."
"She's my mother-in-law's choice for a potential daughter-in-law.
