42

While William was troubled, Andrew had already returned to his apartment on Maple Leaf Road.

At this time, Asher was still taking a nap, and Amelia was upstairs with him.

In the living room on the first floor, Isabella stood alone by the French window, her delicate and slender figure exuding a sense of desolation.

Andrew took off his suit jacket, casually draping it over the back of the sofa, and then walked towards her with long strides.

He stopped by her side, hands behind his back, and his erect posture accentuated the deep and profound aura of his black shirt. This excessively handsome man seemed to emanate a unique charm regardless of what he wore.

"What did you tell my uncle?" Isabella asked in a light tone.

Andrew lightly pursed his determined lips, a faint curve appearing at the corner of his mouth as he exhaled a thin mist of smoke. "Didn't say much, just got scolded a bit, he's worried I might mistreat you."

"Okay." Isabella nodded casually. "Old people love to worry as they