Chapter 245

After Isadora was done with a call, she came home to find Florence gone. Emily was sitting in the living room holding Catherine, staring blankly into space. "Mom, I'm starving. Is dinner not ready yet?" In truth, she had already eaten. But every time she came home, Emily would insist she at least have a few bites, so she had gotten used to playing along. "Mom?" "Isa, even if we're poor now, we're not poor in spirit. Do you understand?" Confused, Isadora sat on the couch. "Mom, why are you suddenly bringing that up? Of course, I know that." "If you know, then…" "Yeah?" With Isadora pressing for a response, Emily, eyes filled with tears, finally tried to dissuade her from doing escort work. "You've been coming home late these past few days… Are you…" "Of course not!" Isadora was speechless. Florence and her half-deaf ears could always twist what people said into something completely different. She had clearly said she worked at a resort, but Florence must have heard she was wo