novelraw Chapter 742: All of Them Plucked Bald!
Chapter 742: All of Them Plucked Bald!
Isabella Weaver sat on the smooth jade stone, casually plucking a crabapple flower, and quietly lifted her eyes: "It’s hot, too lazy to move."Cherry Lewis was infuriated by her nonchalant attitude: "Isabella Weaver, you have none of the virtues of a proper lady. You won’t even water the flowers when asked, showing no respect for your elders. You’re not worthy of marrying into the Hunter Family!"
Isabella spread her hands: "Exactly, such an utterly worthless person beat you, not only marrying Harry Hunter but also taking over Moonlight Jewelry. What does that say?"
Just as Cherry was about to open her mouth, Isabella interrupted her, questioning and answering herself: "It means you’re even more pathetic than I am!"
Cherry was so angry she forgot what she was about to say, turned on her heels, and left.
Grace Watt watched Cherry’s retreating figure, a bit worried: "Young Madam, she’s probably gone to complain to the Old Lady again. If the Old Lady punishes you, what will you do? You should tell the Young Master to bring you home!"
"No need."
Isabella lightly uttered these two words, plucking another crabapple flower. The whole string of flowers was nearly picked clean by her, and when the Old Lady came out later, who knew how big of a fit she’d throw—according to Cherry, this crabapple flower had been tended by the Old Lady for over a decade, it was her treasure.
Calmly, she placed the crabapple flower against her lips, sipping the little honey stored inside. The sweet taste mingled with the floral aroma overwhelmed her taste buds, leaving her feeling refreshed.
Then, she tossed the flower and went to pluck another one.
The Old Lady wouldn’t give her food?
No worries.
Wasn’t there a whole Garden Estate of flowers?
Pick them all clean!
Eating flowers and sipping honey filled her up!
Isabella handed the newly plucked crabapple flower to Grace: "It’s quite sweet, try one."
Grace looked at their Young Madam’s "destructive hands" with a helpless expression, hesitantly taking the crabapple flower, wondering whether to disobey her orders and seek help from the Young Master.
But the Young Madam hadn’t really suffered any losses here; rather, she’d left the Old Lady and Cherry fuming half to death, so it seemed there was nothing to rescue.
Moments later, the Old Lady indeed arrived in great pomp to demand an explanation.
She immediately noticed the ground littered with plucked crabapple flowers, her heart ached so much she almost fainted!
Cherry quickly supported her, fanning the flames: "Grandma, look! She’s deliberately destroying your favorite crabapple flowers! She’s purposely trying to anger you!"
The Old Lady took a moment to catch her breath and raised her cane to strike Isabella on the back.
Grace quickly blocked the cane, deftly pulling it back, causing the Old Lady to stumble.
"Old Lady, you can’t lay a hand on the Young Madam, or else the Young Master will surely be angry when he returns."
The Old Lady was trembling with rage: "Who do you think you are? Get out! How dare you interfere when I’m disciplining my granddaughter-in-law? Someone, throw her out for me!"
Immediately, two bodyguards stepped forward, one from each side, to tackle Grace.
Grace held her ground against the two, locked in a scuffle.
Meanwhile, the Old Lady didn’t forget to deal with Isabella, pointing at her nose and scolding angrily: "You wretch, kneel! When I hit you, you should take it. Coming here with a bodyguard, do you intend to hit me too?!"
Isabella didn’t even move, her tone still calm: "Old Lady, at your age, you shouldn’t get so worked up; it’s not good for your longevity. Miss Lewis keeps egging you on to quarrel with me, making you angry—could she have some ulterior motive? Cherry Lewis, are you wishing for the Old Lady’s early demise?"