“Are you Isla?”

“Yes, I’m Isla Saxon, but you can just call me Isla—no need for the last name,” the little girl replied cheerfully.

Grandpa Kensington burst into laughter, feeling happier than he had in a long time. The presence of such a joyful child brought warmth to the otherwise quiet house, filling it with a sense of warmth and affection.

Vanessa was momentarily taken aback but still encouraged, “Isla, say hello.”

As she said this, she glanced at Luca, subtly indicating ...