"Of course! I’ve already inford the school, after all, Harry always gets first place, and the teachers really like him."
"He always gets first place?!"
"Yeah, I’m a great teacher! It’s all my credit!"
Harry finally couldn’t hold it in: "That’s because I’m smart, your teaching is all over the place!"
Ben gave him a glare, then turned to smile at Isabella: "Don’t listen to his nonsense. I educate kids very scientifically. You can trust to teach your kids!"
Harry was speechless, realizing that all this talking around was still Ben trying to brainwash Isabella, fearing she wouldn’t let him teach the kids when the ti ca.
Isabella was unaware, nodding like a chick pecking at rice: "Grandpa, you’re a great teacher! You can definitely teach better than Harry and I!"
The old man was finally at ease and took Isabella inside, showing her photos of Harry when he was young.
Every year, Harry would be dragged to take a photo, and his expression and posture hardly ever changed. He always stood straight, exuding a cold and noble deanor.
Isabella looked at the young Harry and found his cold appearance very cute, suddenly looking forward to their child.
She didn’t have a single photo from her childhood. Christopher thought she was not presentable and never allowed her to be in photos.
So, every photo of Harry seed particularly precious to her.
Isabella noticed that Ben had several one-inch ID photos of Harry from childhood and asked for one to put in her wallet.
When Harry saw it, he also asked her: "I don’t have a photo of you. Give one too, I want to put it in my wallet."
"I don’t have any photos right now."
Isabella chuckled: "I’ll give you one when we get ho."
The few photos she had were also ID photos, from university when they had to take them uniformly.
The couple had dinner with Ben, and after they left, Ben put on the casual shirt Isabella gave him, grabbed a lighter, and went next door to play chess with Grandpa King, bragging a bit about how filial his granddaughter-in-law was.
Isabella didn’t go straight ho and went to visit Shiely Morrison in the nursing ho before following Harry back ho.
As soon as they got ho, Harry asked her for a photo.
Isabella had to flip through her books and finally found a photo that had been tucked inside for a long ti.
It was taken when she was sixteen, still baby-faced with short hair.
"Do I look a bit silly?"
"No, it’s beautiful!"
Harry stared at it for a while: "Were you the school belle?"
"How could I be!"
Isabella shook her head: "Back then I was pale and skinny like a refugee, nowhere near a school belle."
"Impossible, even the ID photo looks so beautiful, you must be even more beautiful in person."
In the photo, Isabella had a clear and beautiful appearance, with a unique temperant, completely contradicting her words of being pale and skinny.
She was already this beautiful at sixteen, and yet no one took her away?
Oh, wait, Milo did try.
Harry couldn’t help gritting his teeth, he had to find soone to give Milo a lesson again soday!
...
The night was deep, and all was silent.
Natalie staggered out of the martial arts gym, followed by Johan, who was bruised and swollen.
"Sis! I got a ssage from Connor. He said you were the mastermind behind Isabella getting acid thrown at her!"
"It wasn’t ."
"Take a look yourself! Who else could the person in the photo be if not you?"
Natalie paused in her steps, looked back at the photo on his phone, and calmly said, "Even if it looks a bit like , it’s really not ."
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