Isabella's POV.

My attention was completely drawn to this man. It was obvious that he should know something.

"Who the hell is my mother?" I snapped through the railing and caught his arm.

The man seemed startled, and all sorts of dirty words kept coming out of his mouth. But as I pressed, he stubbornly turned his head. No longer refused to say.

The other people in the cell saw this and started to get up in arms, and the scene gradually became uncontrollable. The guards also began to suggest that I leave. I could tell that even they couldn't listen to those words anymore.

Seeing this situation I just...