Due to Charlotte introduced Idris to Aria, Mrs. Ada has been somewhat favorable towards her recently and continued with a smile, "Charlotte is also good. Even though she has limited means, she's put aside her private savings to supplement Aria's dowry. If Eleanor were still alive, she would certainly not treat Aria unfairly." Isabella, with her chopsticks in hand, continued picking up food, seemingly ignoring Mrs. Ada's words. Her mother, Eleanor, had passed away, and Aria had never even inquired about her. Eleanor had indeed treated Aria like her own daughter, but Aria never regarded Eleanor as her mother. Seeing Isabella silent, Mrs. Ada felt somewhat awkward. However, she was always shameless enough to continue, "Eleanor once said before her passing that Aria was like her own daughter. When Aria grows up and marries, she should be given 5% of Moonlit Art Inc.'s shares as her dowry. Although Eleanor is no longer with us, the company is still there. Isabella, your cousin is gettin

As they walked out of the amusement park's main gate, Isabella subconsciously turned her head, looking at the dazzling lights of the Ferris wheel, a hint of reluctance in her eyes. "Don't want to leave?" Andrew asked tentatively. She didn't answer, just smiled. Before the car, Andrew handed Asher over to Amelia and gave the driver a few instructions. The car drove away with Amelia and Asher, leaving Andrew and Isabella behind. "Andrew, we must be the most irresponsible parents," she said, sticking out her tongue. "Asher will sleep as soon as he gets back, so whether we stay or not doesn't matter. I should spend more time with you. You worked hard to give birth to him, and that's commendable," he said with a half-smile. He took her hand and walked back into the amusement park. Without Asher, the little rascal, the two of them could play without any reservations. Andrew realized that Isabella was quite adventurous. After several rounds on the roller coaster, he felt dizzy, but

On the phone, there was a bit of noise. "Isabella, what's wrong?" Andrew's voice was hoarse but as gentle as always. "Andrew, have you been drinking again?" Her voice was muffled, clearly indicating he had been drinking. "Yes, just a bit. It's hard to avoid at business dinners." His tone softened, trying to soothe her. "Your health, your choice. I don't care," she replied angrily. "Okay, okay, I know I was wrong. I'll definitely not drink later. Why are you so upset today?" He paused, reflecting on himself, "Did I do something wrong again?" She was caught off guard by his question. After hesitating for a while, she murmured, "Haven't you seen the news online recently?" "What news?" He stifled a laugh, deliberately pretending not to know. "Andrew, are you blind or deaf? Even if you're busy, didn't Ryan and Charles, those two gossipers, tell you?" Isabella wasn't stupid; Andrew couldn't fool her. As a businessman, he was always aware of what was happening around him. He definit

This day, the Hayes family remained silent. Charlotte returned to the villa, feeling uneasy, and was scolded by Mrs. Ada. Unfortunately, Isabella slept too soundly. Lily tried to wake her up twice but failed. Isabella slept until evening. As she put on her coat to go home, she received a call from Olivia, asking her to come over immediately for an urgent matter. She sighed with a hint of resentment as she drove; her car was about to reach the apartment. She parked by the roadside, picked up her phone, and dialed Andrew's number. When he answered, she asked with a hint of complaint, "Andrew, where are you?" "I'm in Rochester town and will be staying here for about a week," he replied. "Why did you go to Rochester town? I've come back for a rare visit, and I can't even see you," she couldn't help but complain. Soon after, Andrew's warm, deep laughter came through the phone. His voice was magnetic and charming, "Did you miss me?" "Yes," she nodded, subconsciously covering her face,

Andrew bent down and kissed her forehead, then gracefully picked up his shirt from the floor and put it on without pressing her further about her laughter. There's quite a generation gap between them, and the young girl always has some peculiar thoughts in her mind. Since he couldn't figure it out, Andrew didn't want to waste time on it. As long as she wasn't thinking about leaving him, he was willing to indulge her in anything else. She nestled in his arm, her bright eyes looking at him. Andrew's features were deep, but his expression hid a hint of weariness. "Are you tired?" She reached out her slender fingers to stroke his eyebrows. "Am I tired or not, don't you know?" He held her delicate hand, kissed it lightly, his smile mixed with a hint of playful ambiguity. Blushing, Isabella glared at him, "You know what I mean isn't this." Of course, Andrew knew she was referring to his work. He had finished his two-week work plan five days early to rush back to see her. For days, h