Chapter 140 Try Touching My Sister
"Delilah, what are you talking about? How could Isabella be that kind of person?"
Scarlett couldn't help but look at the girl who was speaking.
The girl's name was Delilah Roberts.
She curled her lip.
She hated Isabella because the boy she liked had written Isabella a love letter, and not only that, it had become a huge deal.
Delilah didn't understand why Isabella, who already had everything—good looks and good grades—and could have any boyfriend she wanted, had to steal the guy she liked.
How was that any different from a woman who seduces men?
Being called out by Scarlett, Delilah got even more defensive. She gripped her pen tightly, "It's true! What did I say wrong? Isabella stays at school every weekend. I've never seen her go home. The Taylor family must not like her!"
"That's Isabella's private family matter. What does it have to do with you?" Scarlett couldn't help but fire back. "Besides, did you see Isabella steal Bianca's stuff? Did you see her push Bianca down the stairs? You didn't see anything, so why are you saying this?"
Delilah was left speechless.
After a long pause, her face flushed as she said, "Scarlett, what's the point of getting mad at me? Harold said it—go ask him if you're so tough!"
Everyone turned to look at Harold.
Indeed, this kind of talk had originally come from Harold.
Harold frowned as everyone stared at him. "Why are you all looking at me? I'm not wrong! Isabella did bully Bianca. She made a bet with Abigail before, drew a turtle on Bianca's face and made her run laps. Isn't that bullying?"
"That was a bet. You lose, you pay up. Bianca chose to stand up and run for Abigail herself. How is that bullying?"
Scarlett hadn't expected Harold, a guy, to be gossiping behind people's backs.
And Harold hadn't expected Scarlett, just a study committee member, to actually stand up and challenge him, the class president.
He clenched his fists and stood up, yelling at Scarlett, "So what if I heard it from people in the international class? Are you saying they'd lie? And if Isabella didn't bully Bianca, why doesn't the Taylor family care about her? Why hasn't her own fourth brother come to see her once all semester?"
Scarlett clenched her palms. "Harold, as class president, spreading these rumors in class—don't you think that goes against your duties as a class officer? You really don't deserve to be class president."
"How do I not deserve it?" Harold glared at her.
"You can't even keep track of the class fund. How do you deserve it?"
This hit Harold's sore spot.
Just thinking about how Isabella had pocketed that money and left him with the blame for losing the class fund made him grind his teeth in anger.
He couldn't do anything about it, so lately he'd been bad-mouthing Isabella behind her back to vent his rage.
Now Scarlett was bringing it up again.
Harold's expression darkened immediately.
The other students sensed things were getting bad.
Harold looked coldly at Scarlett. "Scarlett, you just have to bring that up, don't you? You think I wanted to lose the class fund?"
"You did it, but people can't mention it?" Scarlett shot back. "If that's the case, then why are you gossiping about other people's private family matters?"
Harold couldn't argue with Scarlett.
Scarlett really lived up to being the study committee member—her sharp words made him uncomfortable.
Angrily, he reached out and knocked the books and stationery off Scarlett's desk onto the floor. "Who told you to stick your nose in? I can say whatever I want!"
Scarlett froze.
Harold, using his size advantage, then violently flipped Scarlett's desk over.
The loud crash startled everyone around them.
Scarlett's shin got hit by the overturned desk, and the pain made her crouch down.
Isabella and Violet had been watching since Scarlett started arguing with Harold.
"Harold, are you sick or something?" Violet couldn't help but shout, rushing over.
Isabella walked over too.
Things had gotten this way because of her. Scarlett had gotten into this argument with Harold defending her.
"Scarlett, are you okay?"
Isabella looked down and saw Scarlett's shin had a large bruise from the desk.
Isabella helped Scarlett sit down, then turned her gaze to Harold, pointing at the mess on the floor. "You knocked the books down and flipped the desk. Please put everything back the way it was."
Harold looked at Isabella and found it somewhat funny. "What? You dare order me around? Not to be mean, Isabella, but what gives you the right to order me around? Do you think you're a class officer or something?"
With that, he reached out to give Isabella a hard shove.
Just then, an angry roar rang out.
"You're asking for it! Try touching my sister!"
Gabriel charged in like a madman, like an enraged lion, and tackled Harold to the ground.
He sat on top of Harold, his fists pounding into his face.
The sudden scene left everyone present stunned.
Harold couldn't fight back.
"Let go of me!" Harold struggled with difficulty.
Gabriel threw another punch, breaking his nose.
Harold let out a scream.
The people around watched the furious Gabriel, but not a single person dared to step forward and stop him.
Isabella frowned at the chaotic scene. "Gabriel, stop hitting him."
She didn't understand what Gabriel was doing.
Why did he suddenly rush in and attack Harold? Like he'd gone crazy.
Gabriel only pulled back his fist when he heard Isabella's words.
He grabbed Harold by his clothes and lifted him off the ground, staring at him fiercely. "If I ever see you try to touch my sister again, I'll beat you so bad you'll be looking for your teeth on the ground!"
Harold was completely dazed, staring at Gabriel with his bruised and swollen face, not daring to say a word.
He didn't understand why Gabriel would beat him up for Isabella's sake.
Didn't Gabriel hate Isabella?
Isabella took in the scene, narrowing her eyes slightly, confusion flashing in them.
What was Gabriel doing? Was this still the Gabriel she knew? Had his brain broken or something?
Gabriel let go of Harold, then turned to look at Isabella.
"Sister..."
Gabriel's eyes were full of guilt. He knew how these rumors about Isabella bullying Bianca had spread—after all, he had once been part of that unreasonable, black-and-white group.
If not for him, Isabella wouldn't be gossiped about or bullied.
And as her brother, not only had he never protected her, but for the sake of a manipulative two-faced person, he had ignored Isabella completely.
He had wronged Isabella.
Looking at Isabella, he felt both guilty and heartbroken. He wanted to say that he would never ignore her again, that from now on she would be his only sister, that he would treat her well, protect her, cherish her, and give her everything she wanted.