Andres took the mobile phone and saw Isabel's photos and videos, where Isabel was crying desperately, each cry more miserable than the last.
Andres trembled all over, his gaze filled with intense hatred, "Cecilia Branford, if you dare hurt Isabel, I'm not done with you!"
"Huh." Sophie Sullivan leaned over and snatched the mobile phone back.
She held the phone, smiling coldly, "Andres, remember, it's no longer the time you can threaten me. If you make me unhappy, your daughter Isabel, my dear cousin sister, will suffer. So, whether Isabel lives or dies, it depends entirely on your actions."
Andres painfully closed his eyes, his body swaying, looking as if he might collapse at any moment.
He pressed a hand to his forehead, speaking in agony, "No matter what, Isabel is your cousin sister. Why must you be so ruthless to her?"
Sophie Sullivan's eyes were icy, fiercely staring at Andres. If she had a gun now, she would shoot Andres without hesitation!
