"No problem." Isabella nodded.
Jeffery suddenly came to the bedside, grabbing her hand, "Ruth, don't trouble the kids with this kind of thing. I'll go with you."
"You, a grown man, going to the bathroom with me?" Ruth shook off his hand.
"I'm your husband, taking you to the bathroom, is that a problem?"
"I just want Isabella." Ruth was extremely willful.
She directly grabbed Isabella's arm, with the tone of commanding a servant, teasing her, "Be perceptive, I'm old and my body is weak, quickly carry me!"
"Ruth! You are too unreasonable!" Jeffery shook his head. This woman, even at her age, was just as willful and unreasonable as she was in her youth.
Meanwhile.
The young man standing beside him, with features as handsome as a sculpture, also showed a chilling coldness:
Grandma making things hard for Isabella like this is simply absurd and awful!
But immediately, the next scene brought a gleam of joy to his eyes—
And then.
