Thor looked at the screen and sighed, impatient. He answered.

"Hey."

The voice on the other end was sweet, but with a forced tone of affection.

"Baby... you don’t call me anymore. Don’t you care how I’m doing?"

Thor frowned, rolled his eyes, and replied dryly:

"Isabela, seriously? Now?"

"Aww, come on, babe..." she insisted. "I miss you. I’ve been thinking about you..."

Thor closed his eyes tightly, trying to keep calm.

"I’m really busy. We’ll talk later."

"We need to talk," she insisted, her voice lower, almost syrupy.

"As soon as I’m back, I’ll reach out." And without giving her a chance to say more, he hung up.

As soon as Thor ended the call abruptly, Isabela stared at her phone, her eyes glinting with rage.

"Bastard..." she muttered through gritted teeth, gripping the phone tightly.

She threw the device onto the bed with force and began pacing the room, furious.

"Something’s not right..." she murmured to herself. "He’s never treated me like this. He never ignored me like he has lat