Chapter 95 Bianca, Don't Cry, I Will Stand Up for You
Zachary: "?"
Isabella looked at Zachary coldly, her face full of impatience. "Don't bother me."
With that, she indifferently withdrew her gaze and continued watching the people running laps on the field.
"How many laps now?"
"This is the fifth lap," Violet said.
Zachary: "..."
He looked at Isabella's cold profile, feeling utterly confused.
This wasn't how things were supposed to go.
Wasn't Isabella targeting Bianca because she was hung up on the engagement? Didn't she want to take back the engagement? Why was she so cold to him, her fiancé? And telling him... not to bother her?
No girl had ever said something like that to him before.
Isabella was just too arrogant.
Zachary felt embarrassed. Taking a deep breath, he had no choice but to walk over to Bianca.
"Bianca, stop. Have some water first." He handed her a bottle of water.
"Thank you, Zachary." Bianca's little face was flushed red, her eyes showing shy affection.
"Are you tired?" Zachary wiped the sweat from her forehead.
Bianca nodded, catching her breath, then asked as if casually, "By the way, Zachary, what were you talking to Isabella about just now?"
"Nothing much. I heard she made you take Abigail's punishment, so I went to question her. Who knew she wouldn't give me any face at all."
Isabella's attitude toward him was really strange. Zachary felt like there was a thorn stuck in his heart, very uncomfortable.
Could Isabella really have no feelings for him at all?
How was that possible?
By rights, this engagement should have been hers. Other girls would dream of having this kind of relationship with him. Any normal person would definitely want to take back the engagement.
But she seemed not to care at all.
It went against human nature.
Isabella noticed the people running on the field had suddenly stopped. Her eyes narrowed, her brows furrowing slightly.
She saw Bianca standing there all delicate like a princess, while Zachary was there like a gentle prince carefully taking care of her...
Were they treating the field like a bedroom?
"Bianca, what are you doing?"
Isabella looked at Zachary and Bianca being all lovey-dovey in the distance and sneered. "Hurry up and run. What are you wasting time for? Everyone's waiting for you. Now's not the time for you lovebirds to flirt."
The beautiful romantic moment was instantly shattered.
Violet also stepped forward. "Can you not do this lovey-dovey stuff here? You can date anytime you want. Why waste our time? It's so hot out here. Hurry up and finish running so we can go back."
Bianca was mortified by what Isabella and Violet said. She had no choice but to say reluctantly to Zachary, "Zachary, wait for me to finish running."
"Okay."
Zachary took the water bottle from Bianca's hand and couldn't help but glance at Isabella again.
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The news about Bianca running laps with a turtle drawn on her face quickly spread throughout the school.
Someone even took photos and posted them on the school forum, turning them into memes.
Most people teased that the turtle on Bianca's face was cute.
Only Bianca's heart was bleeding. Her goddess image had been severely damaged by this incident.
At seven in the evening, the car picking up Bianca drove through the gates of the Taylor Villa.
As soon as the car stopped, Bianca got out, her eyes brimming with tears, and ran into the house.
Olivia and Tobias in the living room were both stunned when they saw this.
Soon, Tobias chased after her, asking urgently, "Bianca, what's wrong?"
He knocked on Bianca's door, but it was locked from the inside.
Olivia paced anxiously outside. "Bianca, why are you crying? What happened?"
Just then, Gabriel appeared at the top of the stairs.
He was furious and said loudly, "Mom, brother! Isabella went way too far today!"
Gabriel told them everything that had happened at school.
When Olivia heard this, her face turned iron-gray. "This is outrageous! She's deliberately trying to embarrass Bianca!"
Inside the room.
Bianca clenched her fists tightly, biting her teeth until they bled.
Isabella, that vicious woman!
Today she ruined her image!
What would be waiting for her tomorrow?
No.
She couldn't just sit and wait for disaster!
Bianca pulled out her phone from her backpack, walked into the bathroom, locked the bathroom door, shutting out the calls from the Taylor Family brothers and Olivia outside.
Bianca dialed a number.
Her eyes red, she stared at the phone screen until the call was answered.
"Harold Rogers."
A boy's voice soon came from the other end. "Bianca, what's wrong?"
Bianca's voice was hoarse. "Harold, I feel terrible."
Harold was silent for a moment, then asked, "Is it because of what happened today?"
Bianca responded with a low sound. "Why does Isabella have to treat me like this? Why does she have to make me lose face in front of the whole school? I'm really upset. My heart feels like it's being torn apart."
Harold comforted her. "Bianca, don't be upset."
Thinking of the scene on the field today, Harold clenched his hands into fists.
He'd had a crush on Bianca since freshman year, written her countless love letters. Bianca had always been the goddess in his heart, the treasure he wanted to hold in his hands.
But today, Isabella had made his treasure upset.
He hated Isabella so much!
Hearing Bianca's intermittent crying from the other end, Harold felt even worse.
"Bianca, don't cry. I'll get revenge for you."
Harold comforted Bianca for a bit, then hung up. He returned to the classroom, his eyes fixed on Isabella's retreating figure, his gaze cold.
He pulled out a thick stack of envelopes from his drawer.
Harold glanced around to make sure no one was watching, then quickly walked to Isabella's desk and stuffed the envelopes into the back corner of her drawer, hidden behind her backpack where they'd be least likely to be noticed.
After doing this, he hurried away.
Not long after Harold's figure disappeared from the front door, the back door was pushed open.
Isabella stood leaning against the door, quietly glancing at her desk.
Then Isabella casually walked over and reached into the drawer to search.
She pulled out the envelopes. They were all filled with money.
"Class fund" was written on the envelopes.
Isabella counted the money and laughed coldly.
Harold was the class monitor of Class 11, and he'd always been in charge of the class fund.
It was the same in her previous life. Out of nowhere, the class fund was stolen.
After a search, money wrapped in envelopes was found in her drawer.
About a thousand dollars.
For students in a regular class, it wasn't a small amount.
Harold had sternly accused her of stealing the class fund.
At that time, her identity as a Taylor Family daughter wasn't yet known. In others' eyes, she was just a nanny's child. A nanny's child would naturally lack money, making theft seem more logical.
She couldn't defend herself and became a thief that everyone condemned. Even the Taylor Family didn't believe her. Olivia slapped her several times and called her shameless. Did the Taylor Family not feed her or clothe her enough that she had to steal?
Olivia said it was a good thing people didn't know she was the Taylor Family's daughter, or she would have completely disgraced the family.
Isabella looked at the money in the envelopes, recalling those scenes, her eyes gradually turning cold and sharp.
She stuffed the envelopes into her pocket, turned around, and left.