She would get envious whenever her classmates shared the moments of their visits to their grannies' houses.

She thought she didn't have a granny as the others did.

Growing up, she only realized what was going on from the idle gossip she had heard from the people around her.

And now, she could visit her granny's house as well.

“Can you take a picture for me? I want to share it on Instagram! I want to let the whole world know I can go to my granny's house now!”

At that moment, she let go of herself and acted like a little child, jumping and shouting excitedly on the street.

She completely ignored the astonished stares from the pedestrians on the street.

As Harold looked at Isabella's childish behavior, he wished she could keep her childlike innocence like this forever.

However, he knew that this was impossible. When they returned to Dellmoor, they would have to face her uncles, Bradley and Brandon, and their family members' schemes head-on.

“Don't worry. I will never let anyone hurt you again,” muttered Harold as he trailed behind Isabella.

Soon, Isabella arrived in front of a claw machine.

“Do you want that doll?” Harold asked calmly from behind.

“I want one, but I fail to get one each time,” Isabella answered.

Suddenly, her expression turned sullen. She had never won a prize when she played with the claw machine with Marilyn.

“I have an idea!”

Harold was like the big black wolf, luring Isabella into his trap.

“Really? What is it? Tell me!” Isabella asked eagerly. She thought Harold knew a secret trick to win at the claw machine.

“Easy. We team up and create a real one!” Harold said, grinning playfully.

Isabella was puzzled by his answer.

“How do we team up—God, you punk! I'm gonna kill you!”

Before she could further query how to create one, she froze, realizing that Harold had made a racy joke. After returning to her senses, she was so angry she felt that Harold deserved a good kick.

“Ahem, what I was trying to say is that we should team up and win a doll. You're the one with your mind in the gutter, not me. You wait here. I'll go get the tokens!”

When Harold saw that Isabella's face was clouded over, he escaped.

“Pfft!”

Watching as Harold ran away, Isabella couldn't maintain her angry face any longer and let out a muffled giggle.

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