"Ella, actually your cooking isn't that bad, but maybe you're preoccupied today, and the proportions of the seasonings got a bit out of control."
Jeffery Johnsons noticed her inner anxiety and agreed, "If you have something to do, go ahead."
"Okay, sure."
After Isabella Lindsey got up, Julian Johnsons and Jeffery Johnsons communicated with the unique exchange between grandfather and grandson, gently lifted their eyebrows, snapped their fingers elegantly, and followed Isabella Lindsey, saying nonchalantly by her side, "I'll drive you."
Isabella Lindsey did not refuse.
*
The car sped away, leaving the mountain villa.
Just a few hundred meters out, Isabella Lindsey anxiously dialed her mom's phone, only to hear the disappointing shutdown message again.
Her heartbeat, suddenly, tightened.
The calm and cool heartbeat she usually had had never tightened like this before.
"Who are you calling?" Julian Johnsons sensed a trace of anomaly in her.
