Chapter 220 Vincent is Nice

Since little Ivan couldn't talk, he couldn't argue with his mom. Grandpa didn't doubt Isabella's words at all. He carefully reached out and held Ivan's little hand. Ivan noticed, lifted his eyelids to look at the old man in front of him, and then drooped his eyelids again, looking uninterested. Isabella felt embarrassed. She didn't expect her son to be so uncooperative. Luckily, Charles didn't think much of it either. He smiled warmly and waved to the bodyguard standing at the door. The bodyguard came in and handed a small brocade box to Charles. Charles opened the box and took out a delicate little silver lock from inside. "This was custom-made by your grandmother when she was alive, originally meant for you, but..." Charles didn't finish the sentence. Isabella's grandmother had been in poor health when she was pregnant with Mary. She had suffered a lot of persecution when she was young, leaving her with a lingering illness. Originally, she didn't plan to have more children af