"Why do you like changing your mind?" she demanded. "The person who is threatening me and my daughter is not found yet. I'm certain the person is your enemy because the person doesn't want me to get close to you. If you're not going to help, I can just ignore you," she held up her hand.
Javier's expression softened slightly. "Can you let me finish? I'm not done talking."
"Okay. Finish what you want to say," she said as she folded her arms.
"I heard you're living in an apartment, not a house. I've never lived in an apartment before, and I don't want to be cramped in a small space."
Yvonne scoffed, shaking her head in disbelief. "Ah, I see what you mean. You're a rich person, so it will be wrong to leave your big house to a place that's small," she stood up. "I understand," she nodded.
She looked at Alisa. "Alisa, let's go home,"
Javier stood up and grabbed her hand to stop her from leaving. "We're not done talking yet,"