Chapter 181: Chapter 193: She is My Unexpected Surprise (6) Chapter 181: Chapter 193: She is My Unexpected Surprise (6) The Smith Family servants are all old servants, with only one or two new ones. The old servants watched Isabel Smith grow up, and often played with her when she was little. Among the three young masters and misses in the Smith Clan, everyone liked Isabel the most. Now, after six years, she has finally returned home, making the servants exceptionally happy as they serve fruit and tea, with constant attentiveness.

Watching this scene, Isabel felt a familiar warmth in the house even after it had been renovated.

The servants were preparing lunch and chatted with Isabel for a while before busying themselves. Isabel then stood up and whispered to Percy Stanton, who was nearby, “I’m going to wander around. You can rest here for a while?”

Percy was reading a business report, but he looked up at Isabel when he heard her words. After a few seconds’ pause, he nodded in agreement.

Isabel first went to the study on the first floor, where the decor had not changed much. There was a row of dark red solid wood bookshelves filled with various books and materials related to Smith Corporation.

In front of the bookshelves was a matching desk with a new computer on it. Despite this, Isabel could still remember the scenes of her father working at that desk.

After leaving the study, Isabel went upstairs and visited her parents’ bedroom, where they had lived before.

Perhaps at Grandma’s request, all the furnishings in the parents’ bedroom remained unchanged. The room was thoroughly cleaned with no sign of dust, clearly maintained by someone who cleaned it daily.

Right above the bed hung a large wedding photo that covered half the wall. It depicted her young parents, around the same age as she was now. Her father had a warm smile, and her beautiful mother was also smiling happily.

Isabel stared at the wedding photo for a long time before slowly turning her head and noticing several folded strollers and two baby cribs on the balcony. Her eyes suddenly filled with tears, and she felt oppressed by the overwhelming emotions. She hastily left her parents’ bedroom.

To the left of the parents’ bedroom was her bedroom. The key hung on the door, and she quietly went in.

The furnishings inside were the same as when she left six years ago, with a princess dream-like pink bedsheet and quilt cover on her big bed.

The shelves were filled with various little gifts from her adolescent years—a carousel, music box, and a lavender teddy bear. Some lovely small potted plants had died from lack of water for a long time.

The walls near her desk were covered with sticky notes bearing writing on each one. Isabel randomly picked one that read, “My male god, I miss you. What is your name, anyway?”

Isabel looked at the note and couldn’t help but smile. The image of her sitting at the desk, full of distress, writing those words suddenly came to mind.

On the desk sat a white porcelain ceramic cup, adorned with childlike handwriting and drawings of three little people. Isabel was all too familiar with this cup, which she made with her parents in a Ceramic Shop when she was in first grade. The three little people depicted her father, mother, and her. At that time, Elijah Smith had not yet been born.

Unable to resist, Isabel reached out her fingertip to touch the cup. Her finger slowly traced the outlines of the three little people. The sadness that had risen from the bottom of her heart when she was in her parents’ bedroom once again filled her whole heart.

“Miss Isabel, are you in there?” Suddenly there was a knock on the door followed by a respectful inquiry from a servant outside.