"Um..." Olivia was about to ask, but Isabella didn't give her the chance at all.

"What 'um' are you talking about? I'll be back; I need to use the restroom." Isabella tossed her suitcase to Olivia and walked toward the direction of the restroom, clicking her heels.

Standing at the restroom door, she held her phone in her left hand and inexplicably dialed Andrew's number.

She didn't know why, but right now, she really wanted to hear his voice.

After a few rings, the call was answered, and ...