"In a while, call back. Let's talk about us first," Andrew said, looking at her with a deep, helpless gaze. "Isabella, how can I make you let go of me?"

 

Isabella gazed deeply into his profound blue eyes, a touch of cold sarcasm curling her lips. "Andrew, isn't that something I should be asking you? How can you let go of me?"

 

"I can't let go," Andrew replied firmly, his expression serious and solemn.

 

"Since Asher was born, it's impossible for us to completely sever ties. Initially, I just wanted to make do with you; after all, most people get by that way. I thought I could control everything, but...