Chapter 142
The professor called on her directly.
Isabella Langley was drowsy.
She couldn't answer the question.
Students around her cast mocking glances.
She frowned in irritation.
She loved luxury goods.
But she only enjoyed owning them.
She hated studying how to style them.
The color theory lecture gave her a headache.
The moment the bell rang.
She was the first one out of the classroom.
A high-end mall was right next door.
Ethan Roscente hadn't reacted to her using his card before.
Isabella walked straight into a luxury boutique.
She shopped frantically.
Ethan was in a meeting.
His phone kept vibrating.
Purchase notifications came one after another.
He turned it off without expression.
Victoria Roscente arrived to pick her up on time.
The driver stopped at the mall entrance.
She got out and walked toward the classroom.
She didn't want to be here.
She missed her leisurely days of tea and cards with the ladies.
Now she was babysitting Isabella all day.
Like a nanny.
But she had to keep an eye on her.
She was afraid she'd harm the fetus.
Sometimes she regretted saving this pregnancy.
Whatever.
She'd deal with her after the baby was born.
The classroom was empty.
The professor told her the truth.
Isabella had given her the wrong schedule.
Class had ended long ago.
Victoria was furious.
Her calls went unanswered.
She stormed out of the classroom.
She ran into Isabella carrying countless shopping bags.
Her hands were full of Chanel and Hermès.
Victoria herself rarely splurged like this.
She rushed forward, snatched the bags, and threw them on the ground.
"Who do you think you are!"
"How dare you spend my son's money like this!"
"Do you think he's an ATM?"
"Are you even worth it?"
Her shouting drew a crowd.
Someone started recording.
Victoria completely lost control.
Isabella's face darkened.
She'd had enough.
"What's the big deal about a few bags?"
"The class is boring as hell."
"It's a miracle I even show up."
"Your son doesn't say anything."
"Why do you care?"
Victoria thought of Sophia Sullivan.
She never asked for luxury items.
She dressed simply but elegantly.
So much better than Isabella.
The words slipped out.
Isabella sneered.
"You like her that much?"
"Then go get her back."
"You and your son are pathetic."
"You didn't want her when she was here."
"Now you miss her after she's gone."
"That's just sad."
"I'm not Sophia Sullivan."
"I won't let you push me around."
"I'm not afraid to burn it all down."
"Don't expect me to go to class anymore."
"You go yourself!"
She picked up her bags and walked away.
Victoria's blood pressure spiked.
She yelled at the onlookers.
"Stop recording!"
"I'll call the police!"
The crowd dispersed.
Her chest ached with anger.
This is a curse.
A real curse.
Victoria was hospitalized that night.
Amelia Roscente rushed over.
Her mother looked pale in the hospital bed.
The doctor said her dizziness had returned due to emotional stress.
She needed rest.
Amelia saw the doctor out.
She took a bite of an apple and looked at her mother.
"Isabella put you in the hospital?"
"I told you that woman is trouble."
"What are you even getting out of this?"