Rising from the Ashes (Andrew) novel Chapter 2238

"Andrew, you bought so much stuff. Let us carry it for you!" Isabelle said dully, rubbing drool from her mouth like she had just woken up.

Andrew shook his head. "No need. I can handle it."

Isabelle frowned. "Andrew, are you still mad at me? I admit, when you came back, I did try to kill you. But we never had any real grudge. I only did it because my father ordered me to. You know how it is… There aren't many families that dare move against you, but the Robertsons are one of them. I had no choice."

She looked almost regretful, as if the whole thing had troubled her deeply.

Mikayla sighed wearily. "Belle, why are you explaining so much? Let's go. We still have things to do."

She was exasperated. Isabelle was exactly that kind of person: simple, thoughtless, and completely lacking a filter. She was completely straightforward and never thought twice about anything, directly admitting that the Robertson family patriarch, her own father, had ordered her to attack Andrew.

Mikayla honestly did not know what to say anymore.

Isabelle turned to Andrew again. "Andrew, you're really tough. At least I can't beat you. Next time someone tells me to go after you, I definitely won't agree to it. By the way, are you sure you don't want me to help you carry this stuff? You bought so much, it's going to be a hassle."

Andrew sighed. "Thanks, kid, but go handle your business. I really don't need help."

Mikayla suddenly cut in. "You're even buying washbasins and slippers? Is that how the Lloyd family treats you? Like a beggar?"

Her tone was sharp, laced with mockery.

Andrew's eyes narrowed slightly. "Mikayla, back then, you weren't so fond of gossip. Honestly, I liked the old you better. They say girls change as they grow up, but whether they become prettier or uglier is really hard to say."

Mikayla's face darkened instantly. She snapped, "Drive!"

The chauffeur hit the gas, and the car shot away.

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