Chapter 21 Don't Overestimate Her

Isabella hesitated, unsure what to say.

The Spencer family's meals were usually light, but today was over the top.

"It's fine," Isabella said.

"Don't hold back at home. If you want something, just tell John," George said.

Isabella pouted, thinking, 'John only listens to Patricia and George.'

Without a word, Isabella finished her meal after a few bites.

George glanced at John and said, "From now on, keep the meals light."

John nodded immediately.

After eating, Isabella went to her room, holding a book and staring blankly.

George walked in.

Seeing him, Isabella stood up and asked, "Do you want to rest?"

George nodded slightly, looking at the flustered Isabella. "Don't you recognize me? Why so distant?"

'We were never close,' Isabella thought.

"We don't have any relationship," she said.

"When you pricked me with a needle, you didn't think that," he said.

"If I hadn't, how would you have woken up so quickly?" Isabella glared at George, feeling aggrieved.

"True, marrying you is my good fortune," George said.

'He actually heard that,' Isabella thought.

"Good to know," she said.

George took out his laptop, fully engrossed in his work.

Feeling awkward, Isabella packed her things and went to school.

By the time she got there, class was over. She sat alone under a sycamore tree, staring blankly.

Sierra and her followers saw her from a distance. "Isn't that Isabella?"

"She looks down. Did her sugar daddy just ditch her?"

"She should look in the mirror. Does she have Sierra's charm?"

"How can she compare to Sierra? Don't overestimate her."

Sierra felt pleased and said, "Let's go humiliate her some more. What do you think?"

"Let's go."

They walked up to Isabella, snapping her out of her daze.

"Isabella, do you think you're in a TV drama with that sad look?" one girl mocked, imitating a TV scene. "I broke up, but I love him so much. What should I do?"

Isabella rolled her eyes.

Another girl pouted. "Isabella thinks she's pretty and will become the heroine, but even old men get tired."

Sierra walked up to Isabella and said, "Isabella, got a sad story to share? Let us have fun."

Isabella frowned. "Sierra, don't look for trouble, okay?"

"Did we hit a nerve? Your bald old man dump you? Feeling pissed off now? Not so classy anymore, huh?" Sierra laughed loudly.

"Sierra, before I lose my temper, take your followers and get out of my sight, or else…" Isabella said.

'I'm already in a bad mood, and Sierra is pushing my buttons,' Isabella thought.

"Or else what? Hit me?" Sierra crossed her arms, looking down at Isabella. "Then hit me."

Isabella looked at Sierra and felt that not satisfying her request would be a huge letdown.

In a flash, before anyone could react, Isabella grabbed Sierra's hair and slammed her head against the sycamore tree.

In seconds, Sierra went limp and slid from Isabella's grasp.

Sierra's followers screamed in terror.

"Isabella, you killed her! Someone call the police! Isabella killed Sierra!"

Isabella casually picked up her book, saying, "She's not worth dying for, but you should call an ambulance."

"Isabella, how dare you attack someone in broad daylight? You must be crazy."

"Didn't she ask me to hit her? Were you all deaf just now?" Isabella clapped her hands and walked away, rolling her eyes at the panicked girls behind her.

She knew hitting Sierra would get her called to Principal Owen's office. If it was serious, she might not graduate. Thinking about it, she felt a bit impulsive.

Back at Spencer Manor, Isabella watched TV in the living room for a while. Passing by the study, she saw Damon talking to George and went straight upstairs.

This was her first night with George, and she was actually a bit nervous.

After taking a bath, Patricia came in with a tray of tonic. "Isabella, you and George should drink this later. It's good for your health."

"Got it," Isabella said.

"If you have nothing to do tonight…" Patricia hesitated, not wanting to seem too pushy, and smiled subtly. "You can chat, talk, and maybe exercise a bit. Young people shouldn't be afraid of getting tired."

Isabella nodded, feeling speechless inside.

'We barely know each other, and now we're supposed to hook up and have kids? Is this some kind of a joke?'

All Isabella wanted was to sleep and avoid the awkwardness. But thinking like that made it even harder to sleep.

She tossed and turned until she heard the bedroom door open, and then she froze.

George went to the bathroom as Isabella took a deep breath and slowly exhaled.

'Am I overreacting? Why am I so nervous? Sex is supposed to be consensual. George is old enough to understand that, right? If I disagree, he couldn't force me, could he?' Isabella thought.

When George came out of the bathroom, Isabella quickly retreated under the covers.

Her heart pounded as George got into bed quietly. Pretending to be asleep with her eyes closed, her eyelashes fluttered nervously, quickly giving her away.

"Stop pretending," George said.

Isabella opened one eye. "I was sleeping, but you woke me up with your noise."

"So it's my fault now?"

"It is your fault."

"Why didn't you drink the soup Patricia sent?" George asked, his gaze falling on the delicate bowl.

"I don't want to drink it," Isabella said, turning her back to him.

"Did you hit someone today?" George asked, frowning.

Isabella was shocked. 'How does he know I hit someone?'

"Who told you?"

George gave her a faint look. "You left my contact information at school. How do you think I found out?"

Isabella slapped her forehead. Not long ago, the school had asked for an emergency contact, and she had given George's number when he was still in a coma, and the number was unreachable.

"I'll go see Principal Owen tomorrow and change it," she said.

"You do need to see Owen." George leaned closer and asked, "Are you hurt?"

Isabella was stunned. "What?"