Chapter 356
If Isabella kept acting like this and upsetting Serena, then it was time for her to leave
the
family.
A warmth spread through Serena’s heart.
She curved her lips into a smile. “Alright. Thank you, Grandpa p>
Isabella ran back to her room in tears, intentionally leaving the door slightly ajar.
But she waited and waited.
No one came to comfort her.
It had to be that country girl. She must have pulled some trick to keep the family from coming upstairs to console her!
Now that even Agnes was gone, there was no one left who would bother.
Isabella grew more miserable the more she thought about it, and she began to wail.
It was all that country girl’s fault!
Not only had she stolen her family, but she had also stolen Nicholas!
She thought about how Nicholas had been cold and distant to her advances for so many years. He only ever responded to her out of respect for their grandfathers, and even then, his replies were brief and cool.
And forget about him ever giving her a gift!
But now p>
How long had it been?
Nicholas was already living with Serena and even giving her presents!
It was that very gift from Nicholas that had gotten Agnes banished to the
maintenance staff on the far end of the estate.
Isabella fumed.
Suddenly, she shot up in bed.
That gift box p>
Alfred had brought it upstairs.
Right now, everyone was fawning over Serena. No one was paying attention to what was happening up here.
She was going to see exactly what kind of gift Nicholas had given Serena!
With that thought, Isabella immediately got out of bed and crept cautiously toward Serena’s room, peeking around every corner.
She could faintly hear her grandfather’s cheerful laughter coming from the family dining room.
She clenched her fists.
Just as she thought. Not a single person cared about her feelings.
They were all still gathered around Serena.
A bitter bile rose in her throat, the sound of their carefree laughter grating against
her raw nerves like a serrated blade.
She quickened her pace toward Serena’s room.
When Alfred had delivered the gift box earlier, he hadn’t locked the door.
She twisted the knob, and the door opened.
Just seeing Serena’s room, which her mother had meticulously designed to look like
a princess’s castle, made Isabella’s stomach churn with envy.
And when her gaze fell upon the gift box that had made her seethe with jealousy, the sour feeling intensified.
The packaging was clearly a top-tier custom design, and every detail of the unique, embossed pattern spoke of understated luxury.
Isabella’s eyes turned red with envy.
She bit her lip, took out her phone, and adjusted the angle. She placed her hand adorned with a delicate manicure and a diamond bracelet worth millions of dollars, next to the gift box and snapped a few photos.
She intentionally blurred the background and posted it to her social media without tagging her family.
There was no caption.
But this kind of casual reveal was carefully calculated to create
impression that this exclusive net
custom made gift belonged to her, Isabella.
As expected, the moment she posted it, her stories exploded.
[Isabella, you’re so lucky! What did Mrs. Lancaster have custom-made for you this time p>
[Is it because the Blackwood family’s
daughter has her coming-of-age ceremony tomorrow? Did Mrs.
Lancaster get you this top tier custom piece so you can shine p>
[Ahhh, I’m so jealous of Isabella for having such a great family!] [Wow! Isabella, that packaging… is that a custom piece from YB p>
In the elite socialite circle, everyone knew everyone.
Most of them were mutual friends.
That one comment instantly set Isabella’s social media on fire.