Chapter 38

　　Jasmine was about to go upstairs, "I'll go take a look!" 　　Amanda grabbed her with a look of anticipation on her face, "Don't go. Isabella might anger your father again. Let it go. It would be great if your father could teach her a lesson..." 　　At that time, the study on the second floor was littered with shards of glass, and Isabella's smooth instep was covered in tea water. Fortunately, the tea was not very hot. 　　But even so, her delicate skin quickly turned red. 　　Isabella silently stared ahead, her face expressionless. 　　George, sitting behind the table, was panting heavily, his chest heaving. 　　"Say it again!" 　　"I want the key to the backyard iron gate," Isabella repeated calmly. 　　George suppressed his anger, "Didn't I say that no one but me could enter the backyard!" 　　"Why?" 　　With another loud smack, George slammed his hand on the table, "No reason! I call the shots here!" 　　Isabella remained composed, "There are my mother's relics inside. I want to go..." 　　George's hand