"What? You're going to the island of Sicily?" Isabel, Carla and Bella were surprised to hear Arthur's words at the dinner table. The latter was more surprised because he was going with her sister.
"Arthur, that island is not an easy place to take care of. Of course you are very strong, but you may not know, some of the mafia there even have missiles, they will not hesitate to use them if they feel threatened." Isabel said, slightly worried.
It was information Arthur didn't know, but it wasn't enough to frighten him. He replied, "Don't worry, aunt, I'm not going there to fight with those mobsters. Even if I'm not afraid, I'll avoid them, at most I'll just take a look at them."
Isabel blinked twice as she heard his answer and saw his expression. She sighed and said, "alright, I knew you wouldn't hear me."
Her lips pouted slightly as she said that, a sight that was charming but made Arthur uncomfortable.
