Chapter 253 What the Hell?! Isabel, It's You?!

• Oh no! Isabel sucked in a sharp breath, her widened eyes fixed on the shiny leather shoe that had suddenly intruded into her hiding space.
• The polished leather and sleek design immediately gave her a clear idea of who owned this shoe. She recognized it in an instant.
• Gulp. Isabel swallowed nervously, staying motionless as she remained crouched under the table. She strained her ears to catch the conversation happening above her, silently praying they'd leave soon. Staying in this cramped position was torturous, not just for her but also for the babies in her belly.