Not yet inside the living room.
A little girl holding two croissant braids had already spotted her with sharp eyes, and ran excitedly to her side, hugging her leg in a burst of affection, "Sister, it's really you who came back…"
"Wuwu… Daddy didn't lie to me… You came back… You didn't abandon us…"
"It's sister."
Isabella responded to her, lifting her high, her cheek rubbing against her little face, equally joyful, "Little Clarissa has grown taller and become even more beautiful."
"Hehe… I want to be as pretty as sister."
Little Clarissa closely admired her sister's flawless face, even more beautiful than the celebrities on TV, utterly gorgeous!
"Hurry in, don't stay outside, to avoid eavesdropping through the walls."
Penny Sullivan quietly reminded them, seemingly aware of the happenings next door at the Johnson Family.
Inside the living room.
Isabella sat holding little Clarissa on Penny Sullivan's right-hand side, chatting warmly.
