The moonlight was reflected into Joseph's eyes, making them seem placid and detached. Upon hearing the words, he began to speak, "Irish is your daughter, and we are family, so it is my duty to take care of her."
"Actually, her name is Isabel," Henry emphasized Irish's true name.
Joseph glanced at him. This old man was once famous in the high-end jewelry world. In some aspects, he was successful; however, in some other aspects, he was not. But at least he still kept his temperament as an innovator. Of course, he also had his frets, such as at this moment. Henry thought about it for a while and then lifted a cup of tea, "I'm afraid that it will take a long time to make her accept this name."
"But whether she accepts it or not, she is my daughter," Henry said stubbornly.
Joseph smiled lightly.
Henry's voice became low, "I understand her. I owe too much to her and her mother."
