"Andrew, you bought so much stuff. Let us carry it for you!" Isabelle said dully, rubbing drool from her mouth like she had just woken up.

Andrew shook his head. "No need. I can handle it."

Isabelle frowned. "Andrew, are you still mad at me? I admit, when you came back, I did try to kill you. But we never had any real grudge. I only did it because my father ordered me to. You know how it is… There aren't many families that dare move against you, but the Robertsons are one of them. I had no c