"Cousin, don't bother with him. He has had this bad temper since he was a child. I know him too well."
"I know you are the most virtuous, so please be more tolerant."
Alexander covered his hands where Isabella had hit him.
Instead of being angry, he smiled indulgently.
There was a secret joy in his eyes.
Sophia behind him curled her lips.
"Mom is so stingy."
Leo, who was sitting on the sofa eating potato chips, shouted without turning his head.
"Why isn't the squirrel mandarin fish ready yet? Mom is so lazy."
Look at the potato chip crumbs and spilled water glass on the carpet.
I suddenly felt very tired.
She took off her apron and bent down to wipe the blood off the ground.
I said slowly: "Let's order takeout. My hand is injured and I can't cook."
Alexander held my hand in the air, looking somewhat displeased.
“Takeout is unhealthy.”
I deadpanned, “Ice cream cake isn’t healthy either.”
Alexander was speechless.
Then he frowned, took Isabella's hand and walked out.
"Mom is sick again, LeoSophia, Daddy is taking you and Aunt Isabella out to eat."
The two little ones immediately jumped off the sofa.
They surrounded Alexander with joy.