James stood on the side, holding a fruit basket, feeling somewhat awkward.
"Emily said you're sick, and both Mom and I are worried about you," he awkwardly began.
"I'm not seriously ill, thank you for your and Mrs. Brown's concern," she politely replied, but her tone was too distant and unfamiliar.
James felt guilty and didn't dare to expect Isabella to be more welcoming.
He placed the fruit basket on the coffee table and then sat by the bedside, opening his briefcase and taking out a jewelry box.
"I've had the necklace repaired. You can hardly see the cracks if you don't look closely."
She squinted her eyes, clear gaze mixed with a hint of coldness. "Are you sure you're giving me back the necklace and not the one you gave to Emily?"
Her words made James feel ashamed. Because of the
