Chapter 551

"What did you say?" Grace jolted awake in bed, her hair a tangled mess. Oliver had been awake for a while. He silently helped her smooth her hair. Isaac repeated, "It's me—your brother, Isaac. I'm back! Didn't you hear me clearly? Are you deaf?" A young man came out of the international exit at the airport. He was about six feet tall, dressed in a gray jacket. He was pushing a black suitcase while talking on the phone over his black wireless headphones. He watched the passing vehicles and felt the joy of returning to his homeland. Isaac hadn't been back home in over a year. As he looked around at the people who shared his complexion, he felt a rush of nostalgia. Although he was on the lean side, his height made him stand out. Both he and Grace were fair-skinned. But while Grace's complexion was soft, like a porcelain doll, Isaac looked more like a dashing young lad. Still, Grace couldn't understand how anyone could see him "dashing" with his snarky attitude and relentless teasi