Isabella's smug smile was instantly wiped away, her face draining of all color in terror.
The memory of the conversation she'd just had inside made her heart seize, and she stammered for a long moment before finally asking:
"Dante... what are you doing here? I was just waiting for you for so..."
But before she could finish, Dante’s hand shot out and clamped around her neck.
"Dante...What are you doing...?!"
Dante's fingers tightened fiercely. "You have the audacity to ask me why I'm here?"
"If I hadn't come, how would I have discovered that you've been lying to me all this time!"
"Isabella, speak! Who gave you the nerve to harm Stella and her mother!"
Terrified, Isabella burst into tears, but she still adamantly denied everything:
"Dante... I didn't. I really didn't. You must have misunderstood something. My mom and I were just joking!"
"Besides, why would I ever hurt Stella? She's always the one bullying me—you've seen it with your own eyes!"