"What an honest kid, says whatever's on his mind. Turns out he had plans with your Uncle Wilton."
Penny Sullivan grew even fonder of this straightforward boy. She lifted her head and called upstairs, "Isabella, Xavier's here to see you. Aren't you coming down?"
"..." No response.
Penny shook her head, "That child just finished breakfast and went to hide in her room."
"Mom, I'll call her." Mrs. Ding volunteered and jogged upstairs.
Almost dragging her down, Isabella was hauled down by her own mother.
Being her real mother, that's why she didn't resist.
Although she'd lost her exceptional martial power, Isabella still had enough strength to overpower her mom.
Downstairs.
Mrs. Ding shrugged awkwardly, chuckling, "Isabella's used to wearing loungewear at home and doesn't wear makeup, don't take offense, Xavier, she means no disrespect."
Indeed.
The contrast.
It's quite obvious.
