"Dad," Isabella called out to her father, who was busy checking something on his laptop. "Yes? What's wrong, My love?" Jonah stopped what he was doing and gave his full attention to his daughter. "There's one thing I still don't understand about the plan Dad has drawn up." "Tell me what's bothering you, My Love. Dad will explain everything to you." Jonah got up, walked over to his daughter, then sat down and regretted the remaining tea that Isabella had not had time to finish. "Dad, can't your habit of eating leftovers from me change? I don't like seeing it." Isabella pursed her lips, her eyes narrowed, which showed that she disliked Jonah's habit, which she found very disgusting. "Hahaha. You don't need to give me such a disgusted look. I love doing this because every time I drink or eat a little of your food and drink, I feel like your mother is near me." Isabella's eyes suddenly glazed over after hearing the explanation from her father. Today is not the first time she has hea
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