Isabella looked at Joseph in surprise. "Your leg is broken. Why do you come downstairs?"
"It's not broken. The injuries are just worse."
Joseph went straight to the point. "After you cook the porridge, come back with me to see grandpa. Grandpa is very worried about you and has lost his appetite for a few days."
Isabella said after a while, "I won't go back. You can tell grandpa that I miss him very much and ask him to eat properly."
"What do you mean by that?"
After Joseph finished shouting, he saw Isabella glare at him and felt that it was not very appropriate. Then he said softly, "I said that to comfort Stella that day in the hospital. She wanted to commit suicide, and I couldn't ignore her. After all, she is my best friend, so don't be jealous. I already said that she and I won't be lovers. It is impossible."
Isabella smiled helplessly. "Maybe I would be moved if you said something like that before ... but..."
"But?" Joseph asked vigilantly.