Suddenly.
Isabella Lindsey froze in place.
Her expression was cold and distant.
"Isabella, why are you just standing there?"
Marco stood up, walked over, and gently held her hand. "I've heard from Lucy Candler that you were in a hurry to go home to make soup for our mom. Thank you for your hard work."
After speaking.
He used his hand to brush away the slightly messy hair behind Isabella's ear.
Every gesture.
Was filled with sweet love.
It was like he had become a different person from the one who had expelled Isabella in a fit of rage not long ago.
Lucy Candler waved from the hospital bed, "Isabella, come over here, let me try your cooking."
Upon hearing this.
The heavy steps of Isabella slowly lifted.
Her expression began to warm slightly.
With Marco pulling her along, she followed him to the bedside and gently said to the man who had taken the insulated container, "There are two clean small bowls in the tote bag. Pour it out, it cools quickly, let me feed Auntie."
