It wasn't that Adrian cared about Oliver.
He just felt it was too much work for Selena to constantly coaxing him.
That's why he had personally tracked her down and forced her to come back for a visit.
Her heart, already full of holes, had just started to mend, only to be viciously stabbed again.
But her expression remained unchanged.
Without a single glance at the little family of three on the sofa, she walked towards the kitchen.
Behind her, Selena's delicate, cheerful voice rang out, "I told you, she'd never lie to you."
Oliver clapped his hands happily and followed Isabel into the kitchen.
"Mommy, I want superheroes fighting monsters, and that crab character from my cartoon."
Isabel grunted in acknowledgment, rolling up her sleeves.
Once Oliver was sure Isabel would make it, he ran back to Selena.
"Auntie Selena, let's play a game!"
"Okay!"
Martha followed Isabel into the kitchen, far more indignant than Isabel was. "Miss Hayes, why did you come back?"
Isabel gave her a small smile, taking out her old tools and preparing the ingredients.
Martha rushed forward. "I've learned a bit of this, let me help you. Your hand is still covered in scars. It hasn't been that long; they can't have healed properly yet."
Isabel shook her head. "It's fine."
This was the last time.
She felt she had done right by Oliver, fulfilling her final duty.
...
Laughter echoed from the living room.
Isabel sat alone at the kitchen counter, quietly carving.
Martha assisted her nearby.
Seeing beads of sweat forming on Isabel's forehead, Martha took a tissue to wipe them away. "Let me do it..."
Isabel said, "It's fine. It's good practice for my hand."
She was only doing it this once, not every day.
Adrian had grabbed her right hand yesterday.
It had ached for a while last night, but she had applied medicine.
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