Isabella casually flipped through the household registration book and then tossed it aside. “Really, we finally got it.”

Andrew pursed his lips in silence, lost in thought.

"Andrew, what are you thinking about?" Isabella leaned closer to ask.

"I’m thinking about what kind of outstanding young man would be suitable for your cousin," he said with a rare hint of jest in his tone.

"Come on, you’re taking my grandmother’s words seriously? Just listen to them casually. Aria hasn’t even ...