Speaking of Freya Grey, Isabella Lindsey quickly followed up, "Mom, are you satisfied with her?"
"Satisfied, very satisfied. The night she stayed at our house, she was wonderful, completely winning over your grandparents and me." Ella Lacey praised continuously.
"What about Dad?" Isabella suddenly poured cold water.
"Him, I don't know if he took the wrong medicine or what, but it seems like he's unsatisfied with you and Shiyu, Marco and Freya Grey's matters." Ella Lacey thought of her husband's attitude, her brows slightly furrowed.
"Mom, so you also see, Dad knows Marco is his son, right?" Isabella smiled lightly.
"Your dad probably knew long ago, just like you, holding it in without saying anything."
Ella Lacey smiled helplessly, "Just like you and Marco, knowing I've regained my memory but pretending not to know."
