"Grandma!" Isidore's eyes were wide open as he called her. She was standing there just right in front of the information desk. He looked around but he didn't see any of her bodyguards."Hello there, son," the old woman geeted him warmly.Isidore sighed. "Grandma, why would you come here alone? Where are your two assistant yesterday—""Shh!" The old lady hush, stopping his mouth using her finger. "Shut your mouth. I just escaped from their eyes, okay?"Isidore bit his lips, sealing them off and then nod. Then a moment later, he talked again. "What are you doing here, grandma?""Hey you sound like you don't want to see me at all! Hmm, I should just probably throw all those foods away. Seems like they are useless if no man wants to eat them. But just so you know, you'll be cursed if you waste foods," she threatened, shrugging herselfHe furrowed his brows and looked at the direction of the food that she was looking. His mouth agape from the four boxes on the chair. "Those...were foods?"

Isidore walked through the hallway with Christopher following him behind. He was silent, gritting his teeth, and gripping his phone. Every step he take were the testament of his patience, as he was getting closer to the door, his patience was also wearing thin.When he get inside his apartment, he found his sister standing in front their small dining table. Seeing her, his anger melted away like an ice during the summertime days.He just chuckled inwardly and shook his head. "What are you trying to do?"Iris looked up and her disappointment shown. "Huh? You're home already? I haven't even cooked yet!" She complained. She was trying to think what to prepare for dinner however due to being inexperienced in this field, she doesn't know what to cook. She doesn't even know where to begin."Cook? Hmm, are you sure you're not trying to burn our new apartment?" Iris glared at him for his joke. "Ha ha very funny, dear brother." She rolled her eyes after stating sarcasm and then her attention