Stroking her fingers through his dark hair, Isabel slipped her other arm around Vincent's and frowned, pursing her lips. He had a point, but did he have to say it like that? She grit her teeth and slipped her hand away from his hair, curling it around her body. "You don't have to be like that about it, Vincent. She's my mum, you can't fault me for wanting to see her and you can't fault her for being worried about me."