บททั้งหมดของ Mr. Neal, Mrs. Neal's Gone With The Money: บทที่ 1291 - บทที่ 1300

After Isabella finished speaking, she seemed to recall something. Her eyes welled up with tears, and she asked, "Daddy Joshua, has your heart... stopped racing?"Joshua remained silent, contemplating his response.Isaiah, who had been silently observing them from a corner of the room, could no longer stay quiet. He set aside his book and walked over. "Uncle Joshua meant that 'heart racing' is an emotional feeling, not a physical one. You won't understand this now, but it will become clear one day when you know how to solve equations."Isabella looked puzzled. "What are equations? Are they difficult to solve?"Isaiah replied calmly, "It varies from person to person."Isabella asked innocently, "If I can't solve them, can I use scissors?"Isaiah responded, "You'll understand when the time comes."Isabella simply replied, "Oh, okay.""It's getting late. You should go back to your room and sleep," Isaiah urged her, not wanting her to discuss matters of feelings with Joshua. "We hav

"Take him to the hospital," Joshua told Albert."Those are only minor injuries. A couple of days' rest will do," Albert, anxious about potential complications, said with a hint of unease.Joshua remained silent, his gaze fixed on Albert, who was beginning to sweat nervously."Thank you for your concern. I'm fine, and there's no need to go to the hospital," Luther spoke again, his expression devoid of emotion. With that, he turned and walked toward his home.Isabella called out, "Hey!"Luther did not turn back, leaving her with his distant and indifferent back.Albert breathed a sigh of relief, offering a forced smile as he told Joshua, "You see, he doesn't want to go. I can't force him as his dad.""Daddy Joshua..." Isabella was obviously worried."Mr. Neal, I'll head home now," Albert said before quickly disappearing from their view.Isabella did not fully grasp the complexities of adult matters, but her persistence led her to ask, "Daddy Joshua, are we really not taking th

Luther was in deep thought.Take care of themselves…However, Luther did not think he could get truly better. Old wounds would persist, and new ones would replace them. In that case, it was almost more bearable to endure the pain constantly."If you don't talk, I'll assume you've accepted it," Isabella said, extending her hand to place the ointment in his palm.Luther hesitated but ultimately rejected her, pushing the ointment back toward her. It was this very action that led to an unforeseen accident. Isabella suddenly tumbled, frowning as she looked at her elbow that had just hit the ground. Her round eyes quickly welled up with tears, and she began to cry softly.Luther had never seen a scene like this, and he felt a pang of guilt in his heart."Are you okay..." Luther asked, standing awkwardly in place.Isabella started crying, and her voice was heart-wrenching as she sobbed, "It hurts."Luther helped her to her feet, his expression unchanged, but something in him changed

"Most importantly, Uncle Joshua can help you. Both Isabella and I can help you too," Isaiah said."No, thank you. I appreciate your kindness," Luther declined. He did not want to engage in a battle of wits with Albert. If he had to fight, he would fight, and once it was over, everything would be done. However, engaging in a battle of wits would subject him to unpredictable variables.Seeing his determination, Isaiah also realized that words would not change his mind."Help me say thank you to your sister," Luther finally said. Isaiah looked at him and did not insist further. "She probably wants to know your name.""You managed to find out about my mom, so there's no reason you shouldn't know my name," Luther replied. He was exceptionally intelligent, but he was simply too cold. "I do know, but unless you say it yourself, she won't accept it. In fact, she might scold me for invading your privacy and disrespecting you." Isaiah was straightforward, not one to beat around the bus

Isaiah exchanged glances with Joshua, who remained composed. In the end, Isaiah yielded."Daddy Joshua, can we go play with Luther tomorrow?" Isabella asked innocently. She was oblivious to the emotional undercurrent between the two. "He's all alone all day, and it must be very boring.""Sure," Joshua agreed to her request, as he often did.Isabella giggled. "You're the best!" Seeing her so happy, Isaiah did not press further. After all, having one more person who loved her was a good thing.Later that night, when it was almost bedtime, Isaiah went to talk to Isabella. She was still quite bothered that he had not immediately told her Luther's name, and she said, "Isaiah, you're a bad brother!""Be mindful of your words," Isaiah advised with a maturity beyond his years."It was your fault. You knew I wanted to know Luther's name, and you wouldn't tell me," Isabella began, pretending to be angry."What about Jojo?" Isaiah inquired."What about him?""Do you remember the promis