Being Biased.

It was quiet for a moment.

Charlie turned to look at Isabella, his old and turbid eyes showing a trace of exhaustion. "Isabella, I have planned to let you get familiar with family members, only to have you embarrassed. You now accompany Joseph back to your room. Grandpa will explain it to you in spare time."

"Yes, grandfather."

Isabella calmed herself down and immediately stood up. She pulled Joseph, "Joseph, let's go back to our room."

Joseph glared at Isabella fiercely, "Go back to the room. Why should I go back to the room? Can't you see that I'm supporting you?"

Then, he leaned close to Isabella and whispered, "Isabella, how much can you endure? How much do you hide from me?"

"Joseph! Go back to your room immediately!" Charlie slammed his cane and roared.

Joseph pursed his lips and turned to go upstairs. Isabella paused and hurriedly followed.

At the table.