Chapter 172 As Clean As A Whistle

“Mr. Shaw, Susie, you are back,” Isabelle greeted with a grin as she put the soup in front of Madam Shaw. Slowly and cautiously, she poured the soup out from the crock. Even though the crock looked big, it contained only a small bowl of soup. “Thank you, Isa,” Madam Shaw said, offering Isabelle a smile as she took the soup. “What are you doing here?” Julian asked with a frown when he saw Isabelle. He had no idea how or when Isabelle got so close to his mother, and it seemed to him that this was not her first time here. He began to wonder if he had underestimated Isabelle. He knew his mother inside out, so he knew how hard it was to warm her up. Judging from the fact that she smiled at Isabelle just now, he reckoned that she must have built up a rather good relationship with his mother. When Isabelle saw the frown on Julian’s face, she shrunk back a little. Then, she forced a look of innocence on her face and replied falteringly, “I… I came to make some soup for Madam Shaw.”