Tom angrily puts down the phone. George. Once again was trying to sleaze back into his estranged son's life. Poor Isabella was shaken and was currently laying down in the guest bedroom. It was George that was following her. Tom was so angry at his sperm donor, so much so he refused to call him his father.

Tom didn't bother answering the phone. It was most likely his younger sister begging for him to reconcile with her dad and herself. Tom refused. It was because of him that Tom lost everything. His mom, his stepfather, his siblings, his girlfriend, and his dignity. George left. He cheated on his bio mom and took off. Bastard didn't even pay child support. Tom hated him with everything fiber of his being.

He manipulated poor Elizabeth in the guise of finding Tom. Bull. It was because of his unhealthy obsession with a then eighteen year old Elizabeth.

He met her once at a charity benefit. It was during the time she was dating that psychotic William White. George was a guest at that benefit. George at the time was there with his third wife. He was getting tired of her. In his eyes she was getting old. Never mind she was fifteen years younger than him and the mother of his two kids. When Elizabeth bumped into him by accident is when his obsession begun.

Tom felt like kicking himself for driving Elizabeth away. George didn't care about Tom, all he wanted was wife number four. Elizabeth fit the bill. Pure, innocent, perfect. Tom felt nauseous thinking about it. He was so desperate to have a family he pushed Elizabeth away. He berated her, insulted her, drove her away to Scott Sinclair's arms. Ugh. Never mind Dana. If Tom had a time machine, he would have punched himself.

Now he refused to have anything to do with that side of the family. He cared about his half siblings, but as long as George was in the picture, he wanted nothing to do with him. He had him blocked on all his social medias, and had security barring him from trying to enter his studio, and was now considering having a restraining order.

Isabella came to the living room apologizing for bothering Tom.

"Tom. I'm sorry. I was scared." She sat down beside him. Tom felt sorry for her and put a friendly arm around her shoulder.

"There's nothing to apologize for. You were scared. If you want I can contact my attorney to get a restraining order against George."

Isabella shook her head.

"No. I was just spooked. The news about DiPalma, I was terrified. George was just going to the same direction I was. He lives in that neighbourhood too."

Tom felt angry. Isabella lived in Palisades. George lived in the more wealthier section, the old fashioned section in Bel Air. Why does he need to live in that area? He was a retiree. The Pacific Palisades district where she lived was mostly for the working upper class. He squeezed her closer.

"Isabella. Stay here. Until I figure out what is going on with George, I don't want you leaving this house. If you need clothes, send your assistant."

"Thanks Tom. What kind of divorcees are we? We just split up officially. Now I'm here again." Isabella laughs.

"The kind that are best friends. Besides, I still care. Want to order in?"

"El Capitano."

"Of course." Tom smiled. That is where he proposed. He never stepped in that place since. He missed the food, but not the memories.

The figure in the car put down his binoculars. Too bad the windows were shaded with sheer curtains, he couldn't see what was going on inside. No matter. He will find away back in. His future was inside.