"No."
Isabella Lindsey had already started walking towards the bathroom, preparing to brush her teeth and wash her face.
"Ah... Little Master, do you really not want to see Master Hugh anymore..." Grebo couldn't understand.
"He wouldn't let me in, didn't you see Waldor Jones block me?" Isabella's voice was cold.
"We can try again in the morning!" Grebo was persistent.
"There's no need."
After brushing her teeth, washing her face, and soaking her feet in warm water, Isabella returned to the bedroom, lay flat on the bed, turned off the light, and tried to sleep.
Grebo was still yapping, "Little Master~ can you really sleep?"
"That's someone else's business." Isabella didn't want to engage.
"But it's related to you!" Grebo was earnest.
"Not anymore." Isabella was indifferent.
