Joseph looked at her and said, "She has a weak heart, Isabel. She is your sister, and you should also want her to be okay, right?"
"If she didn't provoke me, she wouldn't be in the hospital." She said harshly.
Joseph was amused by her and smiled, and then he embraced her in his arms. "You have to promise me one more thing."
Irish pushed him away and huddled on the sofa again, trying to avoid him, "What?"
"Talk to me before doing anything." He said impatiently.
"I don't understand what you're talking about." She frowned and looked at her palm, where the wounds were wrapped up carefully. All of a sudden, her heart wrenched.
"For example, you told others that you had sex with me and promised you would have my baby." A strange smile covered his face.
Irish opened her mouth slightly in shock and said after a while, "What a big mouth. Did she tell you this? She's scared of my words, huh. Funny!"
