Chapter 91 Take You to Buy Some Clothes
Violet immediately shouted, "Abigail!"
Hearing her name, Abigail instinctively turned around, but when she saw it was Violet and Isabella with others, her expression changed instantly and she took off running.
Violet was stunned.
After snapping back to reality, she quickly chased after her. "Why are you running? Stop right there! Abigail!"
Abigail couldn't outrun Violet and was soon caught.
Violet grabbed Abigail's hand, panting heavily:
"Did you forget what you said? Abigail, if you have this much energy, you might as well go run laps on the field."
Abigail let out a disdainful snort and forcefully shook off Violet's hand, glaring at her. "Isabella's grades must be fake."
"Fake or not, didn't Mr. Wright already prove it in front of the whole school?" Violet gave her a cold look. "At this point, are you still trying to make excuses to avoid the punishment?"
Isabella slowly caught up and glanced at Abigail. "You need to keep your word."
Several girls from the international class who had been with Abigail also arrived.
Bianca was among them.
As soon as she arrived and heard Isabella say this, Bianca immediately understood that Violet was chasing Abigail because of the bet.
"Isabella," Bianca said softly, "Abigail was just joking around with you. Can you please not take it seriously? Let's just forget about this, okay?"
Isabella looked at Bianca's seemingly innocent face and frowned slightly.
"You say forget it and that's it? Wasn't she the one who wanted to bet with me? Wasn't she the one who said to put it in writing, that the loser would be punished?"
"Now that she lost, she wants to back out?"
"I didn't, Isabella, that's not what I meant..."
Bianca bit her lip, looking somewhat troubled. "I just think that since we're all from the same school, there's no need to embarrass Abigail like this."
"Bianca, why are you even talking to her?" Abigail pulled Bianca back, then looked at Isabella sideways with a cold snort. "I'm just not going to run. What can she do to me?"
Isabella shoved her phone screen right in front of Abigail's face.
The original post was now filled with comments.
Isabella scrolled through the comments in front of her, saying coldly:
"Now that the grades are out, the whole school is waiting for you to honor the bet."
"If you don't honor it, I won't delete this post. I have to say, your idea was pretty good—it leaves no way out."
"Except now it's being used on you."
"What do you call that? Getting what you deserve?"
Abigail clenched her fists, her face turning ugly from the questioning.
She really hadn't expected things to turn out this way.
It wasn't Isabella who would have to write "I am trash" on her face and run laps on the field—it was herself.
She couldn't accept being punished.
But if she didn't honor the bet, people would criticize her. For the rest of the semester, this post would stay up, and this incident would never be forgotten.
Realizing her current situation, Abigail became furious and pointed at Isabella. "You planned all this, didn't you? Your grades were always good but you didn't say anything, just to make me look bad!"
Isabella looked at her and narrowed her eyes. "I did no such thing."
She smiled slightly and said lightly, "Abigail, I never hid the fact that my grades were good. Remember what I said that day at the film studio entrance? I said my grades were better than yours. You just didn't believe me."
Abigail was speechless.
Yes, Isabella had already told her, but she didn't believe it and insisted on betting about grades.
Bianca stepped forward, looking at Isabella with a wronged expression. "Isabella, can you please not be so heartless? I'm begging you. Qingying is my best friend. Can you let her off?"
Isabella coldly refused: "No."
"Just because you're begging me, I should agree? Who do you think you are?"
Bianca's eyes reddened a bit from being shut down.
Abigail couldn't stand watching anymore.
She pulled Bianca away from Isabella. "Who asked you to beg her? What is she anyway? Does she deserve you begging?"
"So what if she won the bet? What's so great about that?"
"I'll accept the punishment."
She glared at Isabella. "Wait for my message."
With that, she left in a huff.
Violet watched Abigail and the others leave and sighed. "Isabella, that sister of yours is something else."
"How so?"
Violet rubbed her chin. "Just feels like... she's pretty calculating."
Isabella chuckled softly.
"You can actually tell that?"
Hearing Isabella's mocking tone, Violet's face immediately soured. She opened her mouth to say something but noticed that Isabella's sleeve was actually torn.
"What happened to your clothes?" Violet pointed at her sleeve.
"Not sure, probably got caught on something." Isabella glanced at it, not particularly concerned.
"How many years have you been wearing this? It's torn and old, and the color's all faded."
"Not that long, just three years," Isabella said.
Violet: "..."
Just three years?
"Aren't you a daughter of the Taylor family now? Don't they give you money to buy new clothes?"
"It's not that. An elder gave it to me, I can't bear to throw it away," Isabella said.
This was the last piece of clothing her master had bought her. Three years ago it was loose and a bit big, but now it fit just right.
"Okay, I get it."
Violet didn't say anything more.
Isabella wore the torn clothes through the whole day of classes.
After school in the afternoon, she went to the back gate of the school again.
William was waiting at the usual spot. Seeing her, he waved at her. "Look what I brought you!"
Isabella thought it was something good to eat, but when she got closer, she saw William was holding a small transparent glass tank in his palm with a turtle inside.
The turtle was tiny, probably just a bit bigger than a bottle cap, looking even more miniature in William's large palm.
The turtle stretched out its neck, looking silly.
"A turtle!" Isabella showed childlike delight, eagerly taking the glass tank from William's hand.
Before her hand even touched the turtle's shell, the turtle retracted its head.
"Scaredy turtle," Isabella said.
Looking closely, this turtle's shell was beautiful, with a unique pattern on it.
"Why did you suddenly bring me this?"
William smiled, his eyes showing undisguised affection.
"Someone gave it to me. I was worried you'd be bored at school, so I brought it for you to play with."
Isabella's eyes curved into crescents. "Thanks."
"Don't mention it."
William glanced at Isabella's torn sleeve, his brow furrowing almost imperceptibly.
"Let me take you to buy some clothes, okay?"
This was clearly not something Isabella could refuse.
Isabella obediently got in the car.
William had just finished instructing the driver to head straight to the mall in the city center when he turned to talk to Isabella, only to find that she had already fallen asleep leaning against the seat.
Isabella's breathing was shallow, and her head had tilted to one side.
William was taken aback.
She fell asleep that fast?
Is school that tiring?