Chapter 29 Your Preference is Always Bianca
"What..." Joseph's mouth twitched, "Cute?"
What?
"Who's cute?"
"Not you."
Joseph: "..."
Fine, fine, fine. If you've got the guts, go tell that girl yourself. Why are you telling me?
"What's the assessment about?" William flipped open the folder beside him, "Is it difficult?"
"Don't know, haven't looked at it carefully yet."
William acknowledged, "Do your best to pass the assessment."
Joseph's eyes widened slightly, "What?"
He could hardly believe it, "That girl is so arrogant, and you're not going to do anything about it?"
After all, he was someone important, wasn't he? Why would he need to be assessed by some girl?
He made this call to complain, hoping William would talk to that girl and just... cancel the assessment. It was so embarrassing.
William raised an eyebrow slightly, saying lightly: "Not going to do anything."
Joseph was speechless.
Well, you're certainly direct.
"If she wants to assess you, then let her assess you," William said. "That porcelain set you didn't get at last week's auction—I'll have someone deliver it to your place tomorrow."
Joseph acknowledged, "That's more like it."
After hanging up, Joseph walked back to Isabella, his expression noticeably softer.
"Fine, I accept your assessment."
——
First floor living room.
Joseph held a pen, nervously scribbling on scratch paper, sweating profusely.
What's going on?
Where did these questions come from?
The logic was hard to find, the conditions were deeply hidden, and even the calculations were incredibly complex...
Two full hours passed before Joseph finished the assessment questions. He even carefully checked everything before handing them to Isabella.
Isabella took them, only looked at the answers—no problem—and tapped the paper, "Good, you pass."
"..."
Bianca stood by the second-floor railing, watching Isabella talking with Joseph in the living room downstairs, her heart bleeding.
What should have been hers was being taken by Isabella.
First it was the room, now it was the tutor.
She could foresee this was just the beginning.
Isabella would stop at nothing to take away everything that belonged to her.
At this thought, Bianca felt she could hardly breathe, and the tight smile on her face turned somewhat bitter.
"Bianca, what's going on? The tutor was supposed to be for you, how did it become Isabella's tutor?" Abigail couldn't help asking.
Bianca pressed her lips tightly, her heart clenched into a knot, "I don't know either."
She didn't know how things had turned out this way.
Joseph said he didn't come because he saw the report card Olivia sent him—he came specifically for Isabella.
And then there was the hospital surveillance video being exposed.
All of this was Isabella's long-planned scheme.
She must have used some dirty tricks.
Abigail's gaze swept over Isabella's flawless, delicate face with disdain, "Someone with inferior genes, who does she think she is?"
Seeing Isabella's face, honestly, it would be a lie to say she wasn't jealous.
She loved beauty too and thought she was already very beautiful, but seeing Isabella's face today, she felt she couldn't compare.
A housekeeper's daughter actually looked better than her—what kind of logic was that?
Bianca rubbed her eyes, "Abigail, don't say that. Since my parents brought her back, they've treated her like their own daughter. I treat her like my own sister too."
"Bianca, why do you always defend her?" Evelyn didn't understand. "Why be kind to someone like that?"
"Exactly, Bianca, don't be so weak. Look at her attitude—if you didn't know better, you'd think she was the real daughter of the Taylor Family!" Abigail sneered.
"It's all because of your tolerance that she's become more and more arrogant. I don't think she has any awareness of living under someone else's roof—acting all high and mighty, I don't know who she's trying to impress!"
She found it strange that Isabella was supposed to be from the countryside, but she didn't show any of the inferiority complex poor people should have.
Why?
With such a bad background, she should be timid and submissive!
No self-awareness at all.
"No, my parents really value her. Even though she's the housekeeper's daughter, when she said she wanted my room, Dad made me give it to her."
As Bianca said this, she felt more and more wronged and couldn't help crying.
"What?"
"Are your parents crazy? Making you give up your room to an outsider!"
Outsider...
Hearing these words, Bianca's expression turned ugly for a moment.
Everyone didn't know that she was actually the outsider they were talking about.
"No, we can't let her get away with this anymore!" Evelyn didn't notice Bianca's expression and just kept defending her. "If this continues, Bianca will be bullied to death by her."
Abigail glanced at Isabella from afar and said coldly: "Bianca, bring this bitch to my sister's birthday party, and I'll deal with her for you!"
Hearing this, Evelyn immediately looked at Abigail, "Abigail, what's your plan?"
Abigail pulled at the corner of her mouth with a gloomy expression, "You'll find out when the time comes."
——
After Joseph and Isabella finalized the tutoring schedule, Olivia saw Joseph get up and leave, then immediately looked at Isabella with stern, scrutinizing eyes.
"Isabella, did you do this on purpose?"
Isabella met Olivia's reproachful gaze and frowned, "Do what on purpose?"
"You knew I wanted Joseph to teach Bianca and help her break through her bottleneck, but you contacted Joseph privately and had him tutor you instead. Do you just love competing with Bianca?"
She really couldn't understand how Isabella managed to contact someone like Joseph.
But no matter what methods she used, she was clearly deliberately going against Bianca!
Isabella looked at Olivia's gloomy expression, "I didn't know you also wanted to hire Joseph to tutor Bianca."
"Then why did you specifically contact Joseph?"
The tutoring for Bianca had fallen through, and Olivia felt very guilty and couldn't help but blame Isabella.
It was supposed to be tutoring for Bianca, but now he'd become Isabella's tutor. What would Bianca think? Would she be upset?
When Olivia thought of Bianca's grievance, she felt her heart ache too.
Although Bianca wasn't her biological daughter, after living together for over ten years, she'd long considered her as her own...
"I didn't contact him proactively. He came after seeing a post I put online," Isabella said calmly.
"You're still lying!" Olivia's eyes reddened with anger as she glared at Isabella, her voice becoming shrill. "You know that's impossible."
Joseph couldn't have come to their door just because of some random post online.
Isabella was used to Olivia's unreasonableness.
She just looked at her coldly, saying nothing.
When she first returned to the Taylor Villa, she thought Olivia cared about her, her biological daughter. Just like she said, she was doing it for her own good—after all, she was her biological child.
Olivia couldn't possibly not love her at all.
But...
That little bit of faith Isabella had was completely worn away.
Olivia just didn't love her.
"Say something!" Olivia shouted, losing control of her emotions. "You knew I promised Bianca I would get Joseph for her!"
Isabella looked at her woodenly.
She'd seen Olivia lose it like this too many times.
"What about me?" Isabella asked her back. "When you were finding a tutor for me, didn't you say you were doing it for my own good?"
"Now I've found a suitable teacher for myself. Are you happy for me?"
Olivia took a deep breath, "This is different! Bianca needs this teacher, you should give way to her! Why do you have to compete with her? How upset do you think she feels? Have you considered her feelings?"
Fine.
Even though she'd heard this countless times, hearing it again, Isabella still couldn't help but feel the pain.
"I get it now."
"Your condition for being good to me is that Bianca isn't around."
"As long as she's here, your favoritism will always go to Bianca."