The young man stepped forward, casting a disdainful look at Isaac. Then, he quickly took off his shirt, revealing a black singlet underneath that showed off his muscular figure.
His bulging muscles seemed to be asserting dominance, and he even bounced his pecs a few times.
He snorted aggressively, “Punk, did you say you wanted to beat my wife’s mouth into a pulp?”
Willow’s courage grew. She pointed at Isabella and said loudly, “That’s right, I called her a bastard child, are you going to hit me? Are you going to bash my mouth? She’s a bastard child, a bastard child. I’m calling her a bastard child…”
“You deserve to get slapped!” Isaac glared at Willow, then he held Isabella’s hand and walked inside.
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