Bab 172: Chapter 184: Redouble Efforts, Tenfold Return (9)

Percy Stanton furrowed his brows, his lips moved but before any sound came out, Isabel Smith closed her eyes, swallowing back the sourness in the depths of her eyes, took a deep breath, and tried to continue speaking calmly: "Just like tonight, my younger brother hates me, leaving me alone with his friends. I'm already very sad, I really want to rest."

As she spoke, a layer of sourness welled up in Isabel's eyes, as if a warm liquid was about to push open her eyelids and flow down. She struggled to hold her breath, striving to keep calm. However, her fingers gripping the bedsheet still trembled slightly, revealing the sadness and repression deep in her heart.