It's all Isabella Weaver's fault, that fox!
She stirred up the relationship between her and Harry Hunter's grandson, and now she's trying to instigate trouble between her and Ben Hunter's marriage!
The old lady glared at Isabella Weaver, her voice filled with disgust, "Aren't you being filial? How come you gave a bunch of gifts to the old man, and not a single one to me? You don't even see me, your grandmother, in your eyes, deliberately trying to embarrass me!"
"If Grandma doesn't hit me, of course, I would buy you something too."
Isabella Weaver reached out her slender fingers to touch her forehead; the bruise hadn't completely faded, and her forehead still vaguely hurt.
This old lady nearly beat her to death, and yet she has the nerve to ask for gifts?!
She said calmly, "I thought Grandma didn't like me, only liked Cherry Lewis, afraid that even if I bought gifts you wouldn't like them, so I didn't dare to buy them for you, lest they upset you."
