Old ginger is spicier.

This point is vividly demonstrated in Isabella.

Hua Nuan carelessly curls her lips, then purses them, saying, "It’s no big deal, I understand your logic, the person next to the eldest young master isn’t necessarily his wife, just as the young master living in this Huo Family residence isn’t necessarily the eldest young master."

It’s also possible that the true eldest young master is wandering outside, previously completely tossed aside in moments of arrogance.

Even ridiculed as a bastard.

The sins committed by the Huo Family are evident.

Now, when they need the eldest young master, they are clamoring to restore his name.

In these elites, what’s true and what’s false...

Hua Nuan’s words are filled with amusement, but laced with irony.

Isabella’s face changes slightly, as she glances at Hua Nuan, a hint of appreciation flashes in her eyes.

Heh... to make it in the Huo Family, one must have a bit of Hua Nuan’s courage.

"Lady, I... I was wrong..."

"It’s nothing to do with you, I was just joking earlier, sorry to have scared you."

Hua Nuan’s lips curl into a bright smile, calming the servant’s nerves. The servant is finally relieved under Hua Nuan’s graceful smile, though still looks uncertainly at Isabella.

Until Isabella waves her hand, pursing her lips, "You don’t need to tend here anymore, go on."

"Yes, madam."

...

Huo Zun watches Isabella, clearly upset, his thin lips curving slightly.

They all say Hua Nuan is a bit of a mischief.

The girl’s wild nature, far beyond his expectations.

It’s just that, being protected by such a girl, he feels inexplicably pleased.

For this mansion-like luxurious residence, it seems less oppressive now.

...

Hua Nuan’s hand is warm, her small hand always being played with by Huo Zun in his palm, kneaded. With the corner of her eye catching the man’s lifted lips, it’s clear Huo Zun’s mood is rather good.

...

The atmosphere is somewhat awkward for a moment.

Isabella places her hands together, clearly contemplating how to keep Huo Zun and Hua Nuan for lunch here.

But fails to find a good reason.

Huo Zun glances at the clock on the wall, curves his lips, "Grandmother, it’s getting late, Little Nuannuan and I should return. In three days, we’ll be back to Yuncheng City. Please take care of yourself."

Upon hearing Huo Zun’s words, Isabella’s face changes slightly, she quickly raises her hand to grasp Huo Zun’s large hand.

"Zun, if you don’t stay in the Huo Family to take control, the London nobility will eventually swallow the Huo Family, the situation is much harsher than you and I imagine."

"You... gradually being out of Huo Family’s control, even not marrying into the British Royal Family, do you intend to let everyone know you’re preparing to set up your own household?"

Huo Zun: "..."

Truthfully, Isabella is doting on Huo Zun.

This grandson was originally outside of her expectations, being a Chinese descendant, he was not qualified enough to warrant much attention.

Yet his outstanding ability shocked everyone.

Just... this grandson has deep resentments towards the Huo Family accumulated over many years.

It’s unlikely to be easily erased in the short term.

She urgently needs to rely on Huo Zun to rejuvenate the Huo Family and support Huo Si.

Huo Zun hears her words, purses his lips slightly, his presence turns cooler as he gazes at Isabella before him, offering a faint smile.

"Sorry, grandmother, it’s nothing to do with me."

Huo Zun calmly responds, his expression indifferent, as his large hand falls onto Isabella’s hand, slowly prying open the woman’s hand.

To fulfill his basic filial duties is already his utmost limit.

"How can it not be related to you? The Huo Family is your family."

"I can never forget your so-called family... Once, my mother committed suicide here by slashing her wrists."

Hua Nuan: "..."

The atmosphere instantly turns icy cold, Hua Nuan purses her lips. In her memory, the reason Huo Zun liked to paint all the exterior walls of the villa black is because when Yang Ruo committed suicide by slashing her wrists, her bright red blood stained the white exterior walls.

So... the man, to cover that stunning redness in his heart, simply painted it black.

Hua Nuan clenches her small hand, looks at Huo Zun’s tense back, her small hand holds tighter; although unable to give the man a sense of security through words, she can at least comfort him through actions.

"It’s okay."

Huo Zun tightens his thin lips, softly soothing Hua Nuan’s emotions, his gaze falling upon Isabella before him.

"Sorry, grandmother, this place... is simply not my home, therefore, the Huo Family, I can’t help."

Having spoken, Huo Zun directly holds Hua Nuan’s small hand and walks toward the castle’s exit. Isabella watches the man’s resolute back, mouth agape, trying to say something yet unable to utter a word.