Mr. Joseph Washes the Dishes

Isabella saw that William was coming up to take her away and a crafty look came to her eyes. Isabella hugged Charlie's legs and tears fell down his face, "Grandpa ... Don't blame Joseph. It's my fault...."

Charlie frowned, "Isabella, you don't have to defend him. I know Joseph has been doing evil in recent years, and I turn a blind eye to it. But Joseph even hit a woman, which is really damaging to the Wilsons’ culture! So there's no way around it!"

"Joseph didn't hit me!"

Isabella howled, "We wagered who would be the first to go downstairs to meet you, so we pulled and grabbed to stop each other. In the end, I didn't keep my feet before I rolled down. Grandpa, if you don't believe, you can check on Joseph's bruised face!"

Charlie looked at Joseph suspiciously and found that his face and ears were indeed red and swollen, and his clothes were a little messy. So Charlie asked, "Are you telling the truth?"