Chapter 162 Olivia Will Regret It Sooner or Later
Lucy paused, "What?"
Olivia thought she hadn't heard clearly, so she repeated, "Isabella doesn't know calligraphy."
Lucy was surprised, "How is that possible? Your Isabella is going to participate in the national calligraphy competition, and you're saying she doesn't know calligraphy?"
Now it was Olivia's turn to be surprised.
"Isabella is participating in a calligraphy competition?"
Their eyes met. Lucy froze for a few seconds, then suddenly raised her eyebrows in disbelief, "What? You don't know? Mr. Hawthorne really appreciates your Isabella and directly gave her a spot in the competition."
Olivia's mouth twitched.
This happened?
How come she didn't know anything about it?
Lucy could tell from her expression and suddenly laughed, "I'm saying, Olivia, Isabella is your biological daughter. You don't know about something this important? You only found out because I told you?"
Olivia clenched her fingers, embarrassment showing on her face.
Isabella hadn't told her, so of course she didn't know.
Isabella never told her anything.
Last time when Isabella got first place on the exam, it was like this. This time with the calligraphy competition, it was the same.
Not only did Isabella not talk to her, she had even blocked her contact information.
Olivia felt that tightness in her chest again.
Lucy glanced at her and sighed, "Your daughter is quite pitiful. She must have suffered a lot out there before coming back, right?"
"But Isabella is quite something. Not only are her grades good, she can also write beautifully."
Lucy picked up her coffee cup and took a sip, very puzzled, "I'm just curious, Isabella grew up in that kind of place, never received a good education, never had her parents' love, so how did she turn out so excellent?"
"Growing up so well in that kind of environment, imagine if you had raised her yourself, how amazing would she be? Right?"
Lucy's words echoed in Olivia's ears.
Olivia couldn't help but think back to what the driver who picked up Isabella had said—that the place Isabella used to live in was bare-walled and extremely poor...
She couldn't imagine that kind of life.
She also thought of Isabella's cautious look when she first came home, and Isabella's timid call of "Mom."
The scenes and moments that used to disgust her suddenly came to mind at this moment, and she felt uncomfortable, even a bit bitter.
Right, Isabella grew up in that kind of environment—how did she learn to read and write? How did she do it?
If Isabella hadn't been switched at birth, with her talent, wouldn't she be far better than Bianca?
These questions—Olivia had never thought about them before.
She suddenly lost interest in drinking coffee.
Olivia hurriedly said goodbye to the ladies and returned home.
She happened to run into Gabriel coming in from outside.
She asked urgently, "Did you know about Isabella participating in the calligraphy competition? Why didn't you tell me?"
Gabriel sneered, "Is it that I didn't tell you? The day before yesterday I was going to tell you, but then Bianca came over and said she had an allergic reaction, and you immediately gave her all your attention!"
"I wanted to tell you! But you told me not to talk, and said nothing was more important than Bianca's health, that you only have Bianca in your heart!"
Gabriel was furious at the time, angry and helpless.
He thought, sooner or later Olivia would regret it.
She would definitely regret it!
Just like he was now, wanting to make it up to Isabella but powerless—that kind of regret!
Only then did Olivia remember that the day before yesterday Gabriel did seem to have something to tell her, but then Bianca said she was allergic and had small rashes on her legs, and she panicked immediately.
"But you should have told me later."
Gabriel gritted his teeth, "You don't deserve to know."
After throwing out these words, Gabriel stormed upstairs in anger.
"Gabriel! You...!"
Olivia clutched her chest, furious.
This was how Gabriel spoke to her?
It was one thing for Isabella to be difficult, but now Gabriel was like this too.
——
Bianca submitted her competition entry to Kellan's office.
The next day, after hesitating for a long time, she knocked on Kellan's office door.
Kellan was writing. He looked up at her, "Bianca? What's wrong?"
"Mr. Hawthorne." Bianca asked cautiously, "Have you looked at my work? What do you think? I'm not very confident, so I came to ask."
Kellan shook his head, "I haven't looked at your work. Although I'm a teacher at this school, I still don't have the right to privately look at anyone's work. So I haven't looked at any of your works, and I can't look at them or give any opinions or guidance, otherwise it would violate the rules."
"Okay." Bianca sighed.
Kellan glanced at her and was about to say something when he suddenly received a phone call.
It was from the principal.
There was an urgent matter.
Kellan hurriedly left with his phone.
Bianca stood there, her gaze falling on a drawer at the bottom of Kellan's desk.
Yesterday when she came to submit her calligraphy, she saw Kellan directly put it in the drawer, and there were other contestants' works inside too.
They should still be in there, right?
Bianca pressed her lips together and walked over quietly, pulling open the drawer.
Sure enough.
Eight envelopes in total, each with a label on it with a name written on the label.
Bianca immediately spotted the envelope with Isabella's name on it.
She was actually quite curious about what kind of calligraphy Isabella could produce. Although it couldn't possibly be better than hers, it had somehow impressed even Kellan...
Bianca opened the envelope and slowly unfolded it...
The English on the calligraphy paper came into view.
Bianca's pupils suddenly contracted, her face turning deathly pale.
Bianca seemed frozen in place. She stared at the English on the calligraphy paper, her eyes full of disbelief.
How was this possible?
How could this possibly be Isabella's work?
Bianca's mind went blank. The world seemed to spin before her eyes, as if the whole world had turned upside down, and her eyes lost focus.
Her hands began to tremble.
Because she was afraid.
Because she knew that if this calligraphy was submitted to the competition, Isabella would definitely become... an instant sensation in the calligraphy world!
No way!
Isabella was already better than her academically. If now even her pride and joy—calligraphy—was inferior to Isabella's, Olivia would definitely... not want her anymore.
Bianca's eyes widened in fear, her lips trembling constantly.
Her family absolutely could not be taken away by Isabella!
"I haven't looked at any of your works..."
What Kellan had just said burst into her mind.
So...
Kellan hadn't seen Isabella's competition entry yet.
Bianca had a sudden idea. She quickly closed the envelope, took off her school uniform jacket to cover the envelope, hugged it, and ran out of the office.
After leaving the office, Bianca ran toward the classroom, very anxious.
Sophia was walking down the stairs when someone bumped into her at the corner.
The force was strong, hurting her arm.
Her mood soured, and when she looked up to see it was Bianca, her mood got even worse.
"Bianca, are you blind?"
"I'm sorry, Sophia, I'm really sorry..."
Bianca glanced at Sophia guiltily, tightened her grip on the envelope, bent over, and hurried away.
Sophia watched her retreating figure, a bit puzzled.
This Bianca, why was she acting like a thief?