Chapter 44 Isabella, You're Finished!
Aria unscrewed the shampoo cap and tossed the whole bottle onto Isabella's bed.
Soon the shampoo inside started flowing all over the sheets.
Watching this scene, Zoey burst out laughing, "Aria, what are you doing? That's so gross!"
"Guess what, do you think this bitch's mom is a cleaner like Scarlett's mom?"
"No, she could be a prostitute."
"If her mom was really a prostitute, she wouldn't be this poor, would she?"
Elizabeth discovered some interesting items in Isabella's suitcase, "Wait, who brings a hammer and wrench to school? And there's utility rope? Is she crazy?"
"She's probably a repairman."
Zoey was laughing so hard she was almost in tears, clutching her stomach, when she suddenly felt something approaching. She glanced toward the door and her laughter stopped dead.
Elizabeth hadn't noticed yet. Still playing with the hammer in her hand and laughing, "What stupid stuff. She looks weird and not too bright—she's probably mentally disabled..."
Zoey whispered a warning: "Elizabeth, she's here."
Elizabeth immediately looked toward the door.
Sure enough, Isabella was standing at the entrance of dorm 701, holding a bag of cookies, quietly watching them.
The evening breeze blew into the dorm, bringing a faint chill.
Elizabeth, holding the hammer, swallowed hard, her expression freezing for a moment.
Isabella glanced around.
Her clothes had all been cut up and thrown on the floor, on the bed, in the trash can.
The sheets had been soaked with water, trash thrown on them, shampoo poured over them—completely ruined.
And her suitcase had also been stuffed full of garbage.
Elizabeth gave Isabella a contemptuous glance, looked away, tossed the hammer back onto Isabella's bed, and shrugged indifferently, "Aria, Zoey, let's go out to eat."
Aria and Zoey snapped back to attention, acting as if nothing had happened, "Great! I'm starving."
"How about we get steak?"
"Let's go to that restaurant we went to last time, what do you say?"
The girls chatted back and forth, brazenly treating Isabella like she was invisible.
"The steak at that restaurant last time tasted a bit fishy. Let's try a different one—I think a new place just opened next door."
"Okay, let's grab some coffee first!"
"..."
The girls walked past Isabella one by one.
Elizabeth was the last one.
As she passed Isabella, she couldn't help but glance at her, "Oh right, new girl, the dorm supervisor comes back to check cleanliness at night, so remember to clean up..."
Before she could finish her sentence.
Isabella grabbed her by the hair with one hand.
A piercing scream rang out at the same moment, and then Elizabeth's entire body was yanked into the dorm by Isabella.
Isabella pressed Elizabeth's head down onto the dirty, messy bed. Looking at the person beneath her, she said in an icy voice, "You were having so much fun just now, weren't you? Why are you in such a hurry to leave? What? Don't want to take responsibility?"
"Let go of me!" Elizabeth struggled desperately, making uncomfortable whimpering sounds.
So disgusting!
She felt her face was covered with cheap shampoo and body wash!
"Let you go?" Isabella looked at her darkly, "You made my bed like this—where am I supposed to sleep tonight? Elizabeth."
"Which hand did it just now?"
Isabella's hand gently gripped her right arm.
Before Elizabeth could say anything.
Quick as lightning, Isabella dislocated her arm.
Elizabeth didn't even have time to scream.
The sound of bones shifting out of place was terrifying to Aria and Zoey's ears.
They were completely stunned.
Elizabeth burst into tears. Her arm hurt so much, and her thrashing head was forcibly held down by Isabella, unable to move.
She stared wide-eyed, tears soaking her entire face, "Isabella, you psycho! Let me go! Let go of me!"
It hurts so much, it's so unbearable.
How dare this bitch? How dare she treat her like this?
"Isabella! What's wrong with you? Let Elizabeth go right now!" Aria couldn't help but shout angrily.
"You're only now realizing I'm sick?" Isabella looked at her with amusement, "Isn't it a bit late?"
"..."
Aria's lips trembled. She glanced at Elizabeth, who looked like she was being bullied to death, and shouted with red eyes: "Elizabeth, don't be scared, I'm going to get a teacher right now!"
She turned and ran off quickly.
Isabella watched her figure disappear, let out a cold laugh, and released Elizabeth.
"Elizabeth, are you okay?" Zoey, who had stayed behind, quickly went forward to check on her.
"My... my hand hurts so much, Zoey, what happened to my hand? Is it broken?"
Elizabeth backed away in panic, practically crawling to the dorm entrance.
"Elizabeth, don't be scared, I'll take you to the infirmary." Zoey pulled Elizabeth's left hand and helped her up.
Elizabeth had never been so humiliated, never felt so awful.
She'd never suffered this kind of injustice.
"Isabella, you're finished! No one dares treat me like this!" she cried as Zoey helped her away, "I'm going to tell my mom and make your whole family pay!"
Not long after Elizabeth left, Aria came back, looking at her smugly, "Isabella, your homeroom teacher knows about this."
"She wants you to go to her office right now!"
——
Olivia was at the beauty salon getting a treatment when she received a call from the eleventh-grade homeroom teacher.
She was wondering why the teacher would call at this time, then heard that Isabella had just arrived at school and slapped a roommate, and even dislocated the girl's arm.
Olivia could hardly believe it. Blood rushed to her head, and she reflexively sat up.
The face mask fell off.
The beautician was startled, "Mrs. Taylor? What's wrong?"
Olivia clutched her chest and took a deep breath, "Nothing, I just remembered I have something to do at home."
"Then, the next steps..."
"I won't do them. Just do a facial cleanse and I'll leave."
Olivia lay down and closed her eyes.
Even though she tried hard to control it, she couldn't suppress her anger. Olivia's nails dug into her palm until it bled.
——
Half an hour later, in the office.
The dislocated arm had already been reset by the doctor in the infirmary, but the bones still ached faintly.
She sat in a chair sobbing, looking wronged.
Elizabeth's mother, Alice Baker, had also rushed over from home after hearing the news. She held Elizabeth in her arms, using a handkerchief to wipe the tears from her face, "Don't cry, Mom will definitely get you justice."
After comforting Elizabeth, Alice looked up at the eleventh-grade homeroom teacher, her expression dark.
"Who beat our Elizabeth like this? Why isn't that person here yet? What are your school's teachers doing? Something this serious happened, why haven't you punished the student responsible yet!"