Harry Hunter had long told Isabella Weaver to sit, but Isabella Weaver didn't listen. His worried hand kept gripping hers, refusing to let go even when guests arrived.
"Grandpa, rest assured, I'm fine. Today is your big birthday celebration, and being here is my way of showing filial piety."
Isabella Weaver smiled brightly. It's Grandpa Hunter's birthday; everyone else is here, and it would be odd if she weren't.
Besides, she knows her body well. She's not that fragile; both she and the baby are doing great!
"I know you're filial, but you've been standing for so long. Young girls like you can easily get sore legs and aching waists. Go and take a rest, this time listen to Grandpa."
Ben Hunter felt that his birthday was not important at all; his granddaughter-in-law and great-grandson mattered more.
"Be obedient, Isabella, go and sit."
Harry Hunter held Isabella Weaver's hand, intending to lead her to a room to rest.
