Sebastian held Ethan in one arm while pushing Isabella’s wheelchair with the other. From a distance, they looked just like a happy little family.
"That bastard," Cassandra muttered angrily beside me. "On the day of his daughter's funeral, he’s here playing house with another woman and her kid."
Nathan and Eleanor both had dark expressions as well.
"Maybe there’s some kind of misunderstanding," Nathan said after a moment. "Isabella wouldn’t be that insensitive. Juliana, Mom and I will go over and see what’s going on."
Hearing that, I hesitated for a second before following them.
I didn’t have any feelings left for Sebastian, but I wanted to know why he was here—with them—on the day of our daughter’s burial.
Was Isabella really so close to death that they were already picking out an ur
