Isabella perched at the small kitchen table, her elbows resting on the counter. She cupped her chin in her hands, her gaze tracking Mrs. Wilson's every move as she bustled about, preparing breakfast.

Mrs. Wilson glanced over her shoulder with a warm smile, her eyes twinkling. "I remember you weren't too fond of the bland soup yesterday, so I added a bit of spice to it today. I hope it suits your taste better," she said, placing a steaming bowl in front of Isabella.

Isabella gave a small, appreciative smile. "Thank you, Mrs. Wilson. But why do you go out of your way to bring me all three meals every...