As if I were some kind of monstrous flood.
After circling the market, none of the vendors sold me anything, and some even directly drove
us away.
Isabella clenched her fists silently, biting down hard on her lower lip.
I sighed, somewhat regretting leaving Isabella in that vicious family.
I thought I could protect her and secure a bright future for her, but ultimately, I achieved nothing.
“It’s okay, Isabella, let’s go to the supermarket to buy groceries.”
When Isabella and I finished shopping and arrived at the entrance to the residential area, a masked person suddenly rushed out from the side.
Shouting “You hurt Evelyn, I won’t let you off!” he charged towards us.
Holding a bottle of clear liquid, he hurled it at us forcefully.
I couldn’t dodge in time and shielded Isabella, feeling a burning pain on my back.
It was sulfuric acid.
Isabella’s eyes turned red, and with a trembling voice, she called the police.
While I was unconscious, I vaguely heard Isabella talking.
She said she would not let Evelyn Grant go, she would make her pay, and she would protect me.
09
During my two–week stay in the hospital, Isabella softened her stance with the Grant Family. She solemnly apologized to Evelyn Grant in front of Mr. and Mrs. Grant.
After all, Isabella was the couple’s only bloodline. As so much time had passed, whatever anger they had in their hearts had long dissipated, and with a few symbolic words, they accepted her again.
Isabella’s face was gentle and docile, softly holding Evelyn Grant’s hand, while Evelyn’s face turned pale and then flushed; she hadn’t expected Isabella to return.
“Sister, are you not welcoming me?”
“The gifts you gave to me and Mom, I will return them one by one.”
Finally seeing the two daughters “resolve their past grievances,” and coincidentally arriving at their birthdays, the Grants planned a grand birthday party.
As Evelyn Grant’s biological mother and Isabella Grant’s adoptive mother, I was naturally invited
as well.
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At the birthday party, notable figures in Thurrow gathered, and Evelyn Grant’s classmates were also present.
The adults disdain discussing family affairs, but not the kids, who are keenly interested in high–society gossip.
“Have you seen the popular video lately? It’s surprising that Isabella Grant turned out to be that kind of person.”
“Evelyn Grant didn’t want to be switched at birth either, she’s also a victim. Isabella Grant pushed her down from the third floor, causing her to never play the piano again, what a demon.”
“Her mother is no good either, actually abusing her own flesh and blood.”
I faintly smiled, not taking these rumors to heart.
“I’m very pleased that everyone could take time out of their busy schedules to attend my daughter’s birthday party…”
The party officially began, and Mr. Grant was giving a speech on stage.
Evelyn Grant and Isabella were also brought onto the stage.
Both were dressed in exquisite and beautiful princess dresses, with crowns encrusted with
diamonds on their heads.
But Evelyn Grant was still in a wheelchair, as last time’s fall from the third floor left her with a broken leg.
“This video records the little moments of our daughter’s growth, please watch the big screen!”
A video, meticulously edited, appeared on the screen, featuring photos of Evelyn Grant from childhood to now–wearing princess dresses, her first day of school, birthday celebrations from previous years–all with beautiful music, clearly crafted with a lot of thought.
From childhood to adulthood, she was always elegant and beautiful, an angel nurtured with love
and money.
The video ended, without any footage of Isabella.
Yet clearly, today was also Isabella’s birthday, and she was the star of the party too.
The audience began to murmur in disdain, and Evelyn Grant unabashedly flaunted a smile, her pride almost overflowing.
“Look at the Grant Family’s attitude, they clearly don’t care at all about their biological daughter!”
“Considering Isabella Grant’s embarrassing acts, it’s good enough that the Grants acknowledged
