The man nodded, his gaze never leaving Isabelle’s face. “Yes, I am. My name is Michael Laurent. What seems to be the problem here?”
Brenda stepped forward, arms crossed over her chest. “Sir, your wife here has been causing a disturbance. We have procedures, and she’s not following them.”
Michael’s expression didn’t waver. “Disturbance? All I see is a woman in distress, seeking medical help. Is it not your duty to provide that?”
