Sister and Sister

"Are you ultimately planning to sell that formula?"

In Madam Puddifoot's Tea Shop, Isobel rested her chin on her hand, casually stirring her milk tea with a spoon in the other, and asked her boyfriend with a smile in her eyes, "Do you think it can succeed?"

"I don't know," Albert said calmly, taking a sip of his milk tea. "It would be best if it worked out. By the way, the teahouse is quite lively today!"

"After all, yesterday was Valentine's Day."

"Yes, yesterday was Valentine's Day!" Albert gave his girlfriend a deep look. He remembered that Isobel had specially prepared Valentine's Day chocolates for him last year, but this year she simply skipped it.

"Some things are more intoxicating than chocolate, aren't they?" Isobel seemed to read Albert's mind, smiling as she looked in a certain direction.

Albert followed Isobel's gaze to the couple kissing at the next table and instantly understood what she meant.

Before Albert could speak, the door to Madam Puddifoot's Tea Shop was pushed open, and Kenneth Toller looked around before walking toward Albert.

"You're early."

Albert took out his pocket watch, glanced at the time on it, and said to the visitor.

"I'm so sorry to interrupt your date."

Kenneth Toller's gaze shifted back and forth between the two men, and a meaningful smile suddenly appeared on his lips.

As soon as he sat down next to Albert, both Albert and Isobel turned their gazes to Kenneth Toller, whose smile froze instantly, a sudden sense of unease creeping over him. He stood up again, forcing a smile, and said, "I think I'll come back later."

Kenneth Toller could certainly see the disdain in their eyes. After all, no one wants to be disturbed on a date, and with half an hour to go before the appointed time, he was just getting in the way.

Kenneth Toller wisely left.

"What's he doing here?" Isobel asked, taking a sip of her milk tea.

"Kenneth Toller was the middleman," Albert said casually.

The two chatted for a while longer when Albert noticed that Isobel suddenly looked out the shop window and waved to the outside. He turned his head suspiciously and saw Katrina drifting past the teahouse like a ghost.

Seeing Albert raise his eyebrows slightly, Isobel explained, "I called Katrina over; she's been under a lot of academic pressure lately."

"I once suggested that she drop a few courses and switch to a normal schedule," Albert said casually. It was perfectly normal for Katrina to feel stressed with Twelve courses.

"She just hasn't adjusted her mindset yet and needs guidance from others." Isobel sighed softly, staring intently at Albert, then suddenly fell silent. "You're such a caring older sister." Albert understood what Isobel meant, thought of his own sister, and couldn't help but sigh.

If it were me, I probably would have done the same.

"Albert really understands me. I remember you have a sister too!" Isobel said with a smile.

"Yes, my sister is a bit of a handful." Albert glanced at Katrina, who was walking towards them, and said, "You look tired. You'd better make good use of the converter. Have a seat. What would you like to drink? It's on me."

"It's probably because he's been using the converter too often," Isobel said to Katrina. "Don't try to save him money, order the most expensive one. He's about to strike it rich anyway."

Katrina was still a little stunned, not quite understanding what was going on.

"Are they dating?"

She thought to herself that all the men and women who came to the teahouse were on dates.

Albert shook his head and said, "I think she must be very tired of studying, which is why she feels so exhausted."

This is how I was when I was learning English in my past life.

Katrina watched the two of them talking back and forth, and suddenly didn't know what to say.

"My advice remains the same: give up some courses you don't really like. There's no need to live such a stressful life," Albert suggested, sipping his milk tea.

Katrina remained silent, quietly sipping the milk tea Isobel had ordered for her. Listening to their conversation, her mind was still blank; she hadn't yet figured out why Isobel had called her here.

Should we listen to their nagging? Or is Isobel trying to convince Albert to give up a few classes and get back to a normal schedule?

In short, Katrina, whose mind was blank, suddenly asked, "Are you two on a date?"

Both of them were stunned for a moment, and the atmosphere suddenly became a little strange.

"Sorry to bother you." Katrina got up to leave, but was stopped by Isobel.

"Have something sweet, it'll make you feel better." Isobel sighed and ordered her a cake.

She's not just bad, she looks like she could break down at any moment.

Albert looked at Katrina's condition and couldn't help but shake his head inwardly.

"You should make good use of the Time-Turner," Albert reminded him. "Don't always use it to rush through classes and do homework. The workload of Twelve courses is already heavy enough. You should learn how to relax and take proper breaks instead of constantly doing homework and making yourself like this."

"Are you lecturing me?" Katrina said impatiently, only to be silenced by Isobel shoving a cake into her mouth.

"I'm passing on my experience to you." Albert looked at Isobel was preparing to feed Katrina, with considerable certainty.

"Don't do that," Katrina complained, quite annoyed. "Stop treating me like a child."

"Who told you to always cause me so much trouble!" Isobel put a piece of cake from his fork into his mouth, then looked at Katrina with a smile and asked, "Feeling better?"

"I didn't," Katrina protested.

"If you're really tired, you should rest properly and not let yourself get into this state," Isobel said. "I often see Albert sleeping in the Room of Requirement."

"I'm just taking a short break," Albert corrected.

"Alright, let's take a short break." Isobel said with a pleasant smile. "We can rest together then, have some tea and dessert."

"Aren't you afraid of getting fat early?" Katrina said angrily.

"I do spend time exercising," Isobel replied without hesitation.

While Katrina stood there stunned, Albert muttered to himself, "It 'Time Difference."

"What Time Difference?" Before Katrina could process what was happening, she saw a still attractive woman in her thirties walk into the teahouse, accompanied by a young man she didn't recognize.