"How is this a private matter? Sister, you wouldn't have something shameful to share, would you? That's why you're unwilling to speak. Dad is just concerned about you, wanting to know how you two met; is that not okay to say?"
Ella, who had been crying earlier, now wore a smile on her face, acting as if she were exceptionally close to Isabella as sisters, as if the one who had just trampled her flowers wasn't Isabella.
With a cold expression, Isabella walked over to Ella's side. Ella felt a bit intimidated by her aura, and without realizing it, she took two steps back.
Only then did she realize how cowardly she appeared!
She immediately stepped forward again, raising her neck as if she were about to spit at Isabella's face: "What, want to hit someone?"
"Hit someone? That's something only barbarians do. Why should I hit my sister? I just noticed a dried leaf on your head and wanted to help you take it off."
