Harry Hunter heard the last few sentences, suddenly raised his head, and swept a cold glance at Cora Ginger.
She dares to compare herself to Isabella!
His Isabella never thought about marrying into any wealthy family!
Natalie Niles is no good, and neither is Cora Ginger!
The more Harry thought about it, the angrier he became. What kind of taste does Connor have, fancying such people!
His Isabella is still the best.
She doesn't cry, doesn't make a fuss, doesn't trouble him, she's diligent and ambitious. Even the doctor said it would be hard for her right hand to regain its previous agility, yet she practiced every day, and now it's recovered well enough not to affect her painting.
Thinking about this, Harry glanced at Isabella's hand, planning to peel shrimp for her later.
Her hand should just be used for drawing, and any other tasks that might hurt it, he'll do for her!
