Betsy listened to Heather's gloating voice, her lips slightly hooked. Betsy ruthlessly extinguished Heather's small flame of hope, "I did slash, but only with a marker pen."
"Ah, Betsy, what a great opportunity you missed!"
"I don't commit crimes." Betsy said casually, flipping the script in her hands.
"Betsy, if Isa Hughes tries again, will you use a knife?" Heather tentatively asked, seeing Betsy's smile and immediately understanding that Betsy's knife would definitely be used next time, "That's right. We can't be bullied all the time."
Betsy took a sip of tea from her cup. What Heather said was right. If Isa dared to offend her again, she couldn't blame Betsy for not being polite.
When Isa was sent abroad, she cried her heart out and knelt down to beg Grandpa Hughes, but it still didn't stop his determination to send her away.
Although Isa couldn't mess around anymore, the mastermind behind everything was still secretly gloating in the shadows.
