Isabel Smith's face still wore no smile, but it was a little more relaxed compared to her rigid look a moment ago. Her gaze rested on the big bag, yet she made no move to take it.
Percy Stanton did not show any sign of impatience. He kept his eyes on the road straight ahead, one hand controlling the steering wheel, and the other leaning back, holding the large bag, occasionally glancing at Isabel.
When Percy turned his head for the eighth time, Isabel finally stretched out her hand to take the bag.
Percy smiled at Isabel, then turned around and focused on driving.
After that, both remained silent. The car was quiet, filled only with the soft sounds of Isabel munching on the snacks Percy had bought, as she sat in the backseat.