At the same time, Isabella followed the others out of the exhibition hall.

 

"Grandma, Auntie, I have something to attend to, so I'll leave first," Isabella said, carrying her handbag, stepping in high heels, and gracefully walking down the steps.

 

Emily stared at her retreating figure and said angrily, "Mom, she couldn't really be chosen by Mrs. Hannah, right?"

 

Charlotte comfortingly patted her hand, "Don't worry, how could the Turner family accommodate a second-hand goods who has given birth to a child?"

 

"But Mrs. Hannah clearly showed no interest in me," Emily felt disheartened.

 

"Mrs. Hannah's opinion doesn't represent her grandson's feelings. We still need to find a way from...