When Henry Sullivan returned, Ivy Miller was chatting with the nanny, holding white rice.
The two were having a great time.
As the door opened, Ivy playfully said, "Oh, your old man's back."
Henry took off his coat and received the white rice, "Sweetie, Daddy's home."
"Hey, uncle, come inside, I have something to tell you."
"Sure."
The two of them went into the bedroom, and Ivy smiled, "I did something good today, and I want some praise.
I took Isla to your place in the city and let her stay there from now on."
"Oh? That indeed deserves praise, but I doubt Isla would want to go there."
"At first, she was a bit embarrassed, but thanks to my convincing words, she accepted the keys.
I think she'll move in within a day or two.
That's a good thing, right? Better than her staying at that old man's place all the time."
Henry agreed and ruffled her hair, "You've thought this through; I'm already happy you're not upset about it.
