his sister was weak and timid?
That look in her eyes was more captivating than any man's; it didn't match those two words at all!
"Bro, she's lying! She pushed me first..." Stella quickly defended herself.
Isaac Grant wasn't known for his patience, and with Ella Grant being so aggressive, Stella felt a sense of triumph, thinking Ella would get what was coming to her.
But for some reason, Isaac turned to Stella and said, "Alright, Stella. I'm sure your sister didn't mean any harm. As long as you're okay, that's what matters."
Stella was taken aback by his response, her fingers curling into a fist. "Bro! You don't even believe what I said anymore?!"
Ella Grant watched them with an air of calm, completely unafraid.
Isaac Grant was curious about why she resembled the girl from the gaming exhibition hall. Now, seeing her like this, his curiosity deepened. He wanted to persuade Stella Grant to go back inside so he could have a few words with Ella . "It's just a small matter. We're family, after all. It's late, so let's talk about it tomorrow. Be a good girl."
Stella Grant couldn't throw a tantrum in front of Isaac, so she pouted and went back into the house.
As the door closed behind her, Isaac turned and called out to Ella , who was about to head to her own room. "Wait a minute..."
Ella turned back, her eyes clear and bright like a mountain spring. "Is there something you need?"
Isaac felt a jolt of surprise. "You're Ella, right? I'm your fourth brother, Isaac Grant."
"Oh, got it." Ella replied casually, turning to continue on her way to the bedroom.
It was the first time Isaac had encountered someone who was so indifferent toward him. He quickly stepped in front of her, blocking her path. "Haven't we met somewhere before? You look familiar."
Ella Grant looked up. "I grew up in this town; you must have mistaken me for someone else."
Her response was firm and unwavering, causing Isaac Grant's doubts to waver slightly. "What games do you usually play? We should play a couple of rounds together sometime."
Ella shot him a glance. "Sorry, not interested. If there's nothing else, I'm going back to rest!"