CHAPTER 10

Isabella's Pov.

Entering inside the apartment I am first greeted with dirty clothes littered on the ground, a dusty living room and unwashed dishes scattered all around the sink.

I'm used to this scene already and it doesn't come as a shock to me again as it is something what occurs on a daily basis.

It's usually unlikely for me to come to my son's place and see it tidy, it is always messy and in a sorry state everytime. It's even shocking his place looks a little better today.

I rarely ever saw Sebastián, he always gave flimsy excuses of being occupied by one thing or the other. He didn't make out time for mother-son activity, he didn't also visit me regularly.

I always wondered why he couldn't make out time to come check up on his poor lonely mother. He always would lie about what he usually spent his time on, claiming he only went to the family owned restaurant everyday to oversee how things went.

But I know better.

I am his mother. And a mother can always sense when her son is