He was being such a child. She looked at the door and handed her over, shoving the cat to his chest in attempt to free herself from this mad house. The cat hissed at him, growling, still threatened by him. Isabelle was too distressed to think about giving away something she cared about. But, like that cat she had already lost everything. Her family, her position in well-to-do society, now John. What was left than her cat? Fate was cruel.