Chapter 167 My Last Stand

• Isabella's POV
• Ashamed and disappointed, I wrap my arms around myself sobbing as I look into Damian's menacing eyes. My mom apparently step in to save me for the first time by pushing Damian back so that I can have space to breathe. She's right I need to breath. I do feel like the pipe to my lungs has been cut off and I'm gasping for air. I have always been the anxious one.
• "Damian, stop it. Issa is just a child. Issa let me explain" she says instead by holding my hands and caressing my hair. I inhale and exhale then I yank her hands off me.