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The test results are good, the knife is sharp enough, it didn’t take much effort to pierce the tire.
Isabella looked at Henry emotionlessly as he opened the car door and got in. The car only drove a dozen meters before quickly stopping by the roadside.
He got out to check and found the right rear tire completely deflated, a beautiful jeweled dagger stuck in it, still in place.
Henry was frustrated because of the punctured tire when he heard a clear sound of high heels landing behind him, very pleasant to the ears.
He looked up to see Isabella walking gracefully, her shapely figure wrapped in a blue dress, a pure face carrying a somewhat enchanting allure.
She slightly raised her chin, carrying a bit of arrogance, observing him as if enjoying the spectacle.
Henry stood straight, pointing at the wheel, “Your handiwork?”
“This is just a tit for tat.”
After hearing this, Henry was stunned for a moment, then strangely found himself amused by her. “You called Isabella, right? I underestimated you, amusing.”
Isabella gave him a disdainful look, thinking: You’re the amusing one, your whole family is amusing.
Henry called for insurance assistance, but it would take at least a couple of hours for them to arrive. He suddenly felt a headache.
“Why are there no taxis on this road?” Henry stood there for a while, not seeing a single taxi.
“This road is restricted,” Isabella replied indifferently.
“It’ll take a while for the insurance to arrive. Why don’t you try a ride-hailing app?” She added, with a hint of cold sarcasm in her tone.
Henry touched his nose, “I don’t have a ride-hailing app on my phone.”
Moreover, how could a scion of a wealthy family like him use such things? He only drove luxury cars.
“Even if you had one, it wouldn’t work. There are hardly any cars in this area that would accept a ride. I advised you to drive forward two kilometers; it’s your fault for not listening.”
So, in the end, it was his own fault.
“Isabella, you punctured my tire, and now I’m freezing here because of you,” Henry said, leaning on the car door, raising an eyebrow.
“If you hadn’t rushed me out of the car, I wouldn’t have had the leisure to puncture your tire,” Isabella retorted, unyielding.
“If you hadn’t refused to get in my car, you wouldn’t have been forced out,” Henry’s eyes showed his disdain again.
This time, instead of getting angry, Isabella was amused by him. But her laughter was icy. “Is everyone in your family this unreasonable? If your grandmother hadn’t insisted on me riding in your car, none of this would have happened. If you still have your wits about you, you should remember that you forcibly dragged me into the car.”
“If you weren’t flattering in front of my grandmother, why would she let me take you home?” Henry said.
“Where did you see me flattering? You really speak nonsense with your eyes wide open. If your grandmother told you to die, would you? You’re so obedient, it seems like you haven’t been weaned yet.”
Isabella didn’t bother arguing with a man of questionable intelligence standing in the cold wind and simply walked away.
Luck seemed to be on her side. A few hundred meters away, there was a bus stop. She didn’t care where the bus was headed; the priority was to get out of this restricted area.
Isabella stood at the bus stop, and Henry stood beside her.
“Why are you following me?” She impatiently shooed him away.
He touched his nose, feeling a bit embarrassed, “I don’t have money.”
“No money? Then go earn some.” After saying this, she pointed to the right.
He followed her direction and saw a disheveled person sitting on the ground with a bowl in front, containing some coins.
Henry’s face turned green. This girl was teasing people without using any foul language.
Soon after, the bus arrived, and as the doors opened, Isabella got on. Henry followed behind her closely. Even though Isabella didn’t acknowledge him, she still swiped her card for him.
The bus slowly pulled out of the station. Isabella looked up at the sign indicating the next stop, contemplating where to get off, when suddenly, the phone in her bag rang.
The call was from David, unusually gentle in tone, reminding her to come home for a while.
Two stops later, Isabella got off the bus, leaving Henry still seated inside.
He reached out, pushing open the car window and leaning out. It was the first time he seriously assessed the girl standing below. ‘Hey, Isabella, you’re not playing hard to get, are you?’
Isabella looked up at him, almost grinding her teeth as she replied with a single word, ‘Get lost!’
Soon after, the bus slowly started, pulling away from the station.
Standing by the roadside, she hailed a taxi, providing the driver with the address of the Harris family.
Her location was not in the same district as the Harris family’s villa. The taxi ride took nearly an hour, costing her over a hundred.
Upon entering, Ava greeted her, whispering, ‘David and Charlotte just got back. Seems they had an unpleasant argument. Their faces are grim, and Emily ran back to her room crying.’
“Okay,” Isabella casually responded.
She estimated David’s anger was probably related to Charlotte inquiring about the Turner family at the celebration. Anyway, that fire wouldn’t reach her; she’d just watch the drama unfold.
Isabella changed shoes in the entryway, faintly hearing the argument in the living room downstairs.
David’s palm slammed angrily on the coffee table in front of him as he scolded Charlotte, pointing at her, “You’re making a fool of yourself! You and your daughter have made a joke of our family! You’ve been asking about the Turner family everywhere, and now it’s become a laughingstock.”
Knowing she caused trouble, Charlotte kept her head down, afraid to say anything.
Mrs. Ada sat beside them, enjoying the spectacle while adding fuel to the fire. “I’ve said it before, Emily had a miscarriage not long ago; she should’ve stayed home and rested properly. If you had listened to me earlier, this embarrassment wouldn’t have happened.”
Charlotte raised her eyelids slightly but dared not retort. Internally, she cursed the old witch several times.
As Isabella walked in, she just heard Mrs. Ada’s words and, with a concerned look, asked, “Grandma, how is Aria doing?”
“Nothing serious, just a stomach upset. She’s resting upstairs.” Mrs. Ada, rarely showing a hint of gentleness, subconsciously glared at Charlotte. Since they returned, neither of them had asked about Aria, showing a complete lack of concern.
“I’ll have Ava make some stomach-soothing soups for her. Oh, if it weren’t for her sudden illness, Emily wouldn’t have replaced her at the celebration, and there wouldn’t have been this embarrassment.” Isabella casually remarked.
But while the speaker might be indifferent, the listener was alert. Mrs. Ada seemed to have thought of something, her face suddenly turning cold.
Yes, Aria fell ill at such an opportune time. She was perfectly fine last night, but this morning suddenly had severe stomach pains, went to the hospital, and nothing major was found. Who knows if it was Charlotte’s doing.
Charlotte’s face showed a hint of panic, but she quickly regained composure. Even if Mrs. Ada was suspicious, she wouldn’t find any evidence.
For Isabella, she didn’t need Mrs. Ada to take immediate action against Charlotte. Just planting a seed of doubt in her heart was enough. This seed would eventually sprout and grow, breaking through the soil.
And David didn’t care if Aria had a stomachache or intestinal pain. He was only curious about the development between Isabella and Henry.
“Isabella, I heard Henry brought you back tonight?”
“Yeah.” Isabella replied straightforwardly. After all, so many people saw Henry take her out of the estate; she had no room for denial.
“When Henry brought you back, what did he say to you?” David continued to inquire.
“Nothing much, we’re not that close. Just polite greetings like ‘hello’ and ‘goodbye’.” Isabella continued to feign ignorance.
David was exasperated, feeling his daughter was truly naive. Given such a rare opportunity to interact with Henry, even if not to seduce, at least to establish some rapport. She chose to pretend to be dumb.