"I'm going to take a shower and go to sleep."
Isabella Lindsey didn't answer him why, just like she was at home, turned around and went upstairs, pushing open an empty guest room.
But little brother Sandler was not easy to deal with either.
He had his ways to find out what exactly happened to his sister.
"Flame."
He called softly.
Instantly.
The fox playing outside with her husband and kids, as if hearing a divine summon, obediently ran back and appeared in front of him.
And behind Flame, Gabe and Sandler also showed up.
A family of three, inseparable it seemed.
"Little Master~~ What do you need from me~~" Flame snuggled at his feet like a lackey.
"I'm not looking for you."
Sandler's tone was as cold and unrestrained as an Emperor reigning over the world, his clear yet sinister gaze directed straight at Gabe, he spoke, "Tell me, word for word, what unfortunate things have happened to my sister recently."
