novelraw Chapter 457: Are You the School Beauty?
Chapter 457: Are You the School Beauty?
"Of course! I’ve already informed 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 me 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 time came.
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 demeanor.
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 seemed 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 me one too, I want to put it in my wallet."
"I don’t have any photos right now."
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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 home and went to visit Shiely Morrison in the nursing home before following Harry back home.
As soon as they got home, 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 time.
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 temperament, 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 someone to give Milo a lesson again someday!
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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 message from Connor. He said you were the mastermind behind Isabella getting acid thrown at her!"
"It wasn’t me."
"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 me, it’s really not me."