Isabella Weaver drove back to school and imdiately noticed that many people around were looking at her with strange gazes. There were even whispers among them.
"It’s her, it’s her! I heard she was kept by an old man!"
"Yes, look at that car of hers, no poor student could afford it!"
"Her roommates say she never returns at night; she must not be a good woman!"
Isabella Weaver scanned them with a cold gaze, but no one dared to make eye contact with her.
She carried her backpack back to the dormitory, opened her laptop, and started sending emails.
Her dear roommates just never forgot to slander her, huh? No worries, let’s see who will cry harder.
After sending the emails, Isabella Weaver took her change of clothes and left the school.
Previously, she would always shower in the club’s bathroom after work before leaving. Due to unforeseen circumstances this morning, she couldn’t shower, so she had to go to a public bath outside the school.
Before entering the bathhouse, Isabella Weaver saw a familiar car at the entrance — Milo Field’s Nissan.
But Milo Field had always considered this car cheap, only using it in ergencies, and for the past six months, it had been driven by Gilly Scott.
Could she be here?
Just as the thought crossed Isabella Weaver’s mind, she saw Gilly Scott, with wet hair, walk out of the bathhouse.
"Isabella!"
Gilly Scott ran over joyfully and grabbed Isabella Weaver’s arm: "What a coincidence! You’re here for a shower too. Let scrub your back!"
Isabella Weaver pulled her arm away, not wanting to say a single word to her.
"Isabella, why are you like this? Don’t people make mistakes? I’ve even knelt down for you, and you still won’t forgive ? We were so close before, inseparable, and you’re just being so heartless?"
Isabella Weaver coldly replied, "After killing soone, you kneel, and all is forgiven, is it?"
"This isn’t the sa as murder!"
Gilly Scott began to cry sadly: "I just liked Milo too much. I haven’t done anything illegal. What’s wrong with sleeping with him once? Otherwise, another woman would get the chance, and those won are more unrestrained than !"
Isabella Weaver’s expression shifted slightly: "Are you saying he has other won?"
"Ah? No, no, that’s not what I ant, don’t misunderstand!"
Isabella Weaver looked at her trying to cover up, and felt her heart being overwheld by a sense of sorrow.
She always thought she was Milo Field’s "one and only," but it turns out she wasn’t even his top priority. Gilly Scott probably knew all along about his other won but kept it from her.
Thinking that all Milo Field’s tenderness and affection were fake made her feel as if her heart had been hollowed out.
All illusions.
The scenes where she felt happy were just dreams.
"Isabella, don’t you understand? Milo is so exceptional, he was destined not to be yours alone. Instead of letting other won share him, why not let do it? We’re close sisters, closer than anyone. It’s better than so stranger!"
Isabella Weaver suddenly felt nauseated. What kind of absurd idea was that from Gilly Scott? Is there really soone in this world willing to share their boyfriend with another woman?
"Gilly Scott, if you’re sick, go to the hospital. Don’t disgust . I don’t want Milo Field anymore. You treat him like a treasure, but I don’t!"
"But Milo refuses to break up with you. He said he’ll definitely marry you, or he won’t beco the Weaver Family’s son-in-law, and his career will... Oh no, he said you are his true love!"
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