Chapter 35 Wife

"Isabella, Sierra, was that punishment too light? Do you still want to go to school? Do you still want to graduate? I'm telling you, the school will take this seriously today."

When George arrived, Owen had been scolding them for an hour.

"Mr. Spencer, you're here," Owen said respectfully.

George spotted Isabella in the crowd and pulled her forward. "What happened?"

Isabella, fuming and teary-eyed, said, "Sierra went crazy and destroyed our paintings. Do you think she deserved to be hit?"

George wiped some paint off her face and turned to Owen. "Which one is Sierra?"

Owen's assistant, in a bad mood, dragged Sierra out. "This one."

George noticed her messy hair, torn clothes, and bare foot. 'She hasn't come out unscathed either.'

"Isabella and the others worked hard on those paintings, and you destroyed them and beat her up. I think you don't want to go to school anymore," George said, looking at Owen. "Expel her."

Sierra, shocked, asked, "Why should I be expelled? If I get expelled, Isabella should be too."

"Did Isabella destroy your things?" George asked.

"She hit me," Sierra said, her neck stiff.

"Hitting you was too lenient. Why didn't she beat you to death?" George said.

Everyone was shocked.

George grabbed a pack of tissues from the desk, walked over to Isabella, and started wiping her face. "Owen, I'm taking her with me. Expel Sierra immediately."

Owen nodded, following George and Isabella out the door. "Understood."

Isabella, like a little kitten, obediently sat in the passenger seat of George's car.

"I'm telling you, Sierra deserved to be hit. She told Joseph and his gang where I feed the stray cats. She's too wicked," Isabella said angrily.

George glanced at her indifferently. "When did you become enemies with her? Why is she always targeting you?"

Isabella's mind drifted back to when she first started school.

'Stellar University holds a "Most Beautiful Freshman" event every year. Both Sierra and I were finalists. The event was voted on by the students, and my votes weren't as high as Sierra's. I was busy with the art club and didn't pay attention to it. Later, when the "Most Beautiful Freshman" was announced, Sierra won. But it was revealed she rigged the votes. Her title was revoked, and I became the campus beauty of Stellar University.

This started our enmity. After that, Sierra targeted me everywhere. I avoided trouble, but Sierra thought I was jealous and spread rumors, leading to today's situation,' she recalled.

"With her expelled, no one will bother you anymore," George said.

Isabella glanced at George. 'I don't have an overflowing sense of sympathy and wouldn't ask him to give Sierra a chance.' She just nodded lightly. "She needs to learn a lesson."

Isabella soaked in the bathtub for two hours, scrubbing off all the paint and feeling like she had lost a layer of skin. 'Fighting is risky; gotta be careful. But Sierra paid the price, so it was worth it,' she thought.

After her bath, while drying her hair, she noticed an invitation on the side table. Curiosity got the better of her, and she opened it.

As soon as she saw the name, George spoke up, "Trevor's birthday banquet."

Isabella nodded and put the invitation down.

George looked up from his book. "The invitation is for both of us."

"You can go by yourself," Isabella said, uninterested.

"I'm just a plus-one," George replied.

Isabella smirked. "I'm the real plus-one here."

George closed his book. "Trevor is your grandfather's younger brother. You should have a good relationship with his family, right?"

"When my mom and grandpa were alive, we were close. Later, I was sent to the countryside and never saw Trevor again. If I hadn't married you, Trevor wouldn't even remember me." Isabella didn't understand George's intentions. "Are you going?"

"Yes," he answered.

'I don't get business stuff, but if George is going, he must have his reasons,' she thought.

Isabella responded with a low "oh," and George added, "Let's go together."

"I don't want to go," she said, thinking, 'I haven't seen them in over ten years. Pretending to be close would be too awkward.'

"Is it because you don't want to see Lucas, or you don't want to see Donna and Clara?"

Isabella was surprised at how well George knew her family affairs. "Do you know everything about my family?"

"You're my wife. How could I know nothing about you?" he said.

"Ugh," Isabella muttered under her breath.

George frowned slightly. "It seems you have quite a few complaints about me."

Isabella didn't know how to answer, but she did have complaints. 'I've never enjoyed the treatment a wife should have from George, and I'm not particularly familiar with him. In the Spencer family, my status might not even be as high as John's,' she thought.

"George, have you ever thought about divorce?" she asked.

George looked up and met her eyes. "Are you thinking about divorce?"

"I'm asking if you've ever thought about it. After all, you have the right to end our marriage," she said.

"And you?"

"I married you with conditions and purposes. To be honest, I never thought you would wake up. If you never woke up, I could stay with you for a lifetime. But now that you're awake, you must have your own plans, right?" Isabella's words were filled with uncertainty about their marriage.

George's gaze was deep and unreadable. 'To be honest, I never thought about divorce, and I don't think Isabella wouldn't make a good wife. With everything going on with the Spencer Group and family, the last thing I need is my marriage falling apart,' he thought.

"Is living a good life considered a plan?" he said.

"I find this kind of life meaningless."

"Come here," George called her.