Chapter 1297

"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