Chapter 2 She Tosses It

Isla picked up the ruby necklace from the floor and handed it to Abella, looking understanding. "Abella, I know why you took it. It's for your future, right? I heard your family has been struggling. You wanna sell it for money? It's fine. Just take it. I wanted you to have it anyway."

The maids next to them heard Isla and couldn't help but say, "Ms. Wilson, how generous of you! The necklace is worth 15 thousand dollars!"

"Mr. and Mrs. Wilson had a designer to design it for you especially! It has your name engraved on it and is the only one in the world!"

"Ms. Medici stole your necklace, and you're still so considerate. You're the kindest person I've ever seen."

Listening to their praise, Isla was secretly pleased. She deliberately looked gentle and calm. "Don't say that. Abella needs it more than me."

Hearing that, Skylar snatched the necklace from Isla and persuaded, "Silly girl. Her family is in a hole. Even ten necklaces of yours won't help!"

Then she glared at Abella fiercely and said coldly, "We've raised you for years. We owe you nothing. The necklace is our gift for Isla, and you're not taking it away!

"If you don't wanna end up in jail, piss off!"

"Mom, you said the necklace was a gift for me, right? Then it's up to me what to do with it." Isla took the necklace back from Skylar and handed it to Abella sincerely. "Abella, take it. I mean it. I'm not gonna blame you for stealing it. In fact, I was gonna give it to you in the first place."

Abella raised her head and looked at Isla with interest, thinking, 'She emphasizes the word "stealing" again? I know what she's doing. She wants everyone to think I'm a thief. How lame.'

She took the necklace over and smiled, thinking, 'It's so cheap. Why the heck would I want it?'

Everyone thought Abella would accept it. However, in the next second, she tossed it in the trash can neatly and decisively without a moment's hesitation.

Her actions left everyone in shock, including Skylar. After quite a while, she said angrily, "Abella, what the heck? It's Isla's favorite, and she was kind enough to give it to you. Yet you tossed it? How could you?!"

"She gave it to me, and that made me the owner. I get to do whatever I want." Abella raised an eyebrow and glanced indifferently at everyone present. "I didn't take any of the stuff you bought me over the years.

"I bought the clothes I'm wearing and everything in my backpack."

One of the maids sneered when hearing that, "You bought them yourself? Yeah, right. Mr. and Mrs. Wilson gave you the money!"

Abella retorted, "Who the heck are you? Why would I tell you where I got my money?"

The maid was choked on her words. "You..."

Abella cut her off, "You're just a maid. Do your job."

The maid was pissed off, yet there was nothing she could do.

"Enough," Jeff sighed, putting an end to it. "Abella, it's about time. I'll see you off."

"No need, Mr. Wilson. I'll see myself out," Abella said.

She deliberately addressed him as "Mr. Wilson" to draw a line between them.

Skylar sneered coldly and thought, 'Abella, your good days are over. You'll be suffering a lot when you get to the countryside. Don't come back begging us to take you back!'

Still unhappy, the maid reminded Jeff in a low voice, "Mr. Wilson, aren't you gonna check her backpack? Seems pretty full to me."

"I said enough, didn't I?" After all, Jeff was the richest man in Economic City, and of course, he wouldn't do things like frisking.

Abella walked out the door with her backpack, where a black sedan was parked.

What stood out was that the car clearly had signs of being in an accident. The rear trunk was popped up, the body was dented, and the windshield was cracked.

Tom Powell, the driver, got out of the car in a sorry state, his glasses askew and clearly broken.

The second he saw Abella, he was stunned, thinking, 'Gee! She's so pretty! She's the younger version of Mrs. Medici!'

After he came back to his senses, he walked forward and apologized sincerely, "I'm so sorry, Ms. Medici. I was rear-ended by a truck and hit a guardrail. I didn't want to waste your time, so I didn't return for another car. But you've got nothing to worry about. The car is fine. It's just... Well, it doesn't look so nice."

Abella was quite surprised. She thought, 'Isn't my family living in some poor countryside? How come we have a car?

'And if I'm not wrong, it's a customized Rolls-Royce, the only one in the world, worth more than 10 million dollars.'

"Ms. Medici, you are the sixth child with five elder brothers!" Tom said. Then he added quickly, "Oh, I'm sorry. I'm Tom Powell, the family chauffeur. Just call me Tom."

Abella thought, 'We've got a chauffeur? Guess my family isn't as poor as the Wilsons say.'

Meanwhile, noticing that she had nothing but a backpack, Tom asked, puzzled, "Ms. Medici, where's your luggage? Is it still inside? I'll go get it for you."

"No need. It's all here," Abella said lazily.

Tom nodded. "I see. Why don't you wait in the car? I'll take the gifts Mr. and Mrs. Medici prepared inside to express their gratitude to Mr. and Mrs. Wilson. Then we're good to go."

He then reached for the rear door handle to invite Abella into the car.

Yet since the truck had hit the car so hard, the door was actually damaged. In the next second, therefore, the door wobbled and fell off.

The Wilsons happened to walk out and see it.

Isla was amused, thinking, 'Seriously? What a crappy car! Is the door made of paper or what? Can't they realize they're embarrassing themselves? Exactly how poor is Abella's family?'

Meanwhile, Skylar was surprised at how poor Abella's family was. She thought, 'The car belongs to a landfill site. How embarrassing! I feel sorry for them.

'No, wait. Abella's family is broke. How could they afford a car?

'I don't think it's her family's car. Perhaps the man borrowed it from his friend.'

Right now, Tom was dirty all over, with several obvious oil stains on his suit.

Sizing him up, Jerry thought, 'Is he a car mechanic? He's too old to be Abella's brother. Is he her dad?

'Guess he rushed over from some auto repair shop. He borrowed the car from someone just to look rich? If so, he's undoubtedly a man with vanity. I mean, come on. I'm the richest in Economic City. He really thinks it's necessary to pretend to be rich in my presence?

'I see the Rolls-Royce emblem on the hood, but I don't think it's an authentic Rolls-Royce.

'Because I've never seen a Rolls-Royce like this. I bet the emblem is fake!

'Abella's family is so poor. On no ground could they afford a Rolls-Royce!'