When she finished speaking, Mrs. Astir examined Isla carefully. Then she said, "Isla, what have you been up to these past few days? You seem to have gotten a bit tanned?"
"Most of the activities in the past few days were outdoors, so it's normal that I've gotten a bit tanned," explained Isla. "Mom, Dad, didn't I tell you guys last night that there was no need for you to pick up from the airport? I'm not a kid anymore!"
Mr. Astir, who was hauling the luggage, turned back to look at Isla after hearing her comnt, "In your mom's and my heart, you'll always be our little girl."
A blissful smile spread across Isla's face.
Ever since she was a child, she felt that she was the luckiest girl in the world.
Even though she had been abandoned by others.
Yet she t these two wonderful parents who gave her a warm and joyful ho.
The family of three quickly hailed a taxi.
In the car, Mrs. Astir tried to speak a few tis, but each ti the words got stuck in her throat.
After a long mont, Mr. Astir finally spoke, "Isla, there's sothing that I need to tell you."
"What is it? Tell ," Isla asked, looking at her father.
Mr. Astir gathered his thoughts before saying, "Do you still rember the little clay figure that one of your fans gave to you?"
"I rember," Isla nodded slightly.
Mr. Astir licked his lips, "The clay figure was accidentally broken by your cousin Eva a little while ago."
Although Eva had done it on purpose.
At this mont, to smooth over the conflict, they had to attribute it to an accident on Eva's part.
Otherwise, it would only intensify the discord between the two cousins.
Upon hearing this, a glum expression appeared on Isla's face. The clay toy was a gift from her fans and the protagonist of her first comic book.
Just like her, the protagonist of the story had also been cast aside due to the preference for boys over girls.
With that, she was always fond of that little clay figurine.
Fearing that she might accidently break it, she had placed it in the middle of the table, cushioned with a piece of sponge.
Isla could not comprehend how Eva could have "accidentally" broken it.
Was it really an accident, or was it done deliberately?
Just when she was disoriented by the news, Mr. Astir added, "Don't worry, Isla. The clay figurine has been glued back together by . Although it doesn't look like it used to, you wouldn't be able to tell unless you looked closely."
That was the only consolation he could offer his daughter at the mont.
It was then that Isla let out a laugh and responded, "It's alright. It's just a clay toy after all!"
Upon seeing her reaction, the couple breathed a sigh of relief.
Shortly after, the car pulled up to their apartnt building.
The family of three got out of the car.
The house was empty, Eva was not ho.
As soon as Isla stepped into the house, she asked, "Dad, can I see the restored clay toy?"
"I'll get it right away," Mr. Astir nodded his head.
As soon as his words were uttered, Mr. Astir turned around to fetch the figurine.
It had taken Mr. Astir nearly half a month to repair the clay toy. Looking at the dense accumulation of scar lines marked on the clay figurine was quite startling.
Isla took the clay toy from her father's hands and laughed, "Dad, thank you for your hard work!"
"As long as you like it, the hard work I put into it doesn't matter," Mr. Astir felt a great sense of accomplishnt at that mont because his efforts were not in vain.
His daughter appreciated his hard work.
Isla continued, "You must have spent a lot of days on it, right?"
Mr. Astir nonchalantly replied, "It didn't take many days. I don't have to work, so I have nothing to do at ho."
As soone who can't stay idle, he had thought several tis about getting a job.
Even street sweeping or picking up rubbish would do.
However, Isla would not allow him to take up a job.
In Isla's eyes, her father had worked hard for most of his life, providing for her education and the best material life.
It's about ti that she took care of him in return.
Just then, the front door was pushed open, and Eva walked in from outside, "Isla is back."
Isla turned around, "Cousin."
Eva's eyes fell on the clay figurine in Isla's hand, her eyebrows frowned unnoticed.
Who's Isla Astir trying to impress?
She just dropped a pottery figure, right?
Is there a need to make such a fuss over such a trivial matter?
That's just disgusting!
Eva Webster glanced at Mrs. Astir, then said, "Auntie, is dinner ready? I'm a little hungry."
Mrs. Astir smiled and replied, "I'm going to cook right away."
Eva's deanor was remarkably similar to that of the mistress of the house, "Once dinner is ready, please have it sent directly to my room."
"Alright."
Seeing this, Isla Astir frowned unnoticeably. However, since guests should be treated with hospitality, she didn't show her displeasure directly. She only said, "Mom, didn't I hire a cook? Why didn't you let her co?"
Mrs. Astir laughed and replied, "I'm staying at ho these days with nothing to do. Shouldn't I cook? Otherwise, wouldn't I be a useless person? Isla, I know you're a good, dutiful daughter. But I can handle these minor chores such as cooking! By the way, you must be hungry too, right? I'm going to cook now."
"Let help you," offered Isla.
"No need, no need, I've already washed the vegetables. You go rest first."
Even though Mrs Astir said she didn't want help, Isla still ended up in the kitchen, helping her mother with the cooking.
After they finished cooking, Mrs Astir said to Isla, "Call your cousin to co and eat."
"Okay," Isla answered, nodding.
A mont later, Isla went to the doorstep and knocked, "Cousin, dinner's ready."
"Coming." Eva erged from the room.
During dinner, Isla found out that Liam Webster's house was already purchased.
Mrs. Astir, laughing, said, "Liam's classmate is so amazing. He not only got Liam a school district housing at a low price, but also arranged an interest-free loan for him. Eva, do you know this classmate of your brother's?"
If it weren't for the fact that Mrs. Astir didn't know Marcus White, Eva would have suspected that she was doing it on purpose.
Thinking that she missed an opportunity with a billionaire, Eva felt heartbroken, but she still forced herself to calm down, smiling as she said, "I'm not very familiar with my brother's classmates."
Mrs. Astir nodded, "I see."
The next morning.
Isla got up very early.
This was unusual for her!
Because she usually works until three or four in the morning, she typically doesn't wake up until eleven or twelve noon.
Seeing her up, Eva was surprised, "Isla, how co you woke up so early today?"
Isla replied, "I have a collaboration to discuss this morning."
Most of Isla's collaborations were about IP adaptations and ga adaptations.
Eva nodded and went to the living room.
Through the living room's French window, Eva clearly saw the Cayenne parked outside the door.
It seems that Isla lied to her.
She was not going to discuss a collaboration.
She was going on a date with Mandel Thompson.
Otherwise, why would Mandel Thompson co so early?
How can soone like Isla be worthy of Mandel Thompson?
After breakfast, Isla picked up her bag and prepared to leave.
Eva followed Isla's footsteps, "I also have sothing to do. I'll go with you, Isla."
Isla nodded.
The two of them got to the door, where Mandel Thompson was waiting.
With handso features and an outstanding deanor, Mandel Thompson was like a portrait standing there.
Eva's heartbeat nearly went out of rhythm.
"Brother Thompson." Seeing Mandel Thompson, Isla was the first to greet him.
Eva also followed suit and greeted, "Mr. Thompson."
Mandel Thompson slightly nodded and then looked at Isla, "Let's get in the car."
Eva caught up to them, laughing as she said, "It just so happens that I'm going the sa way as Isla. Would Mr. Thompson be able to give a lift?"
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