Praise From Mrs. Wilson

“Izabelle, your ankle hasn't fully healed yet?” Old Mrs. Wilson asked as she saw how Izabelle walked. Although it wasn't as painful as before, she still felt stung whenever she walked and limped in a way that not everyone would notice but too bad that the grandmother’s eyes were sharp.

“It has. I only feel a little sting. It doesn't hurt anymore.”

With Marcel sitting at the head of the table and the grandmother at the other head, Rosie and Izabelle sat at his right-hand side and his mother sat at the grandmother’s side.

“I wonder how you're going to take care of your family when you have weak blood.”

Izabelle decided to act as if she didn't hear her say that. Maybe she had forgotten that she was the cause of her pain and had made her not be able to go to the studio for some weeks now. She must have forgotten that.

The meal was served to them by Jamie. As requested, it was a simple meal of hamburgers and chips with sauce. One that the people sitting at the dining table love a lot. T