Sophia's well-manicured fingers, placed by her side, unconsciously tightened. However, she still maintained a calm and composed demeanor on her face.
"Yes, my father married into the Rosenthal family. You are the true Miss of the Rosenthal family. But now, the Rosenthal family is in my father's hands. He has always favored me over you, hasn't he?"
"Father? Favored?" Isabella shook her head with a wry smile. "If he genuinely favored you, then today, you should be the one marrying into the Bennett family!"
"The Bennett family only offered Frederick some benefits, and he disregarded the fact that you and Danie love each other. Instead, he forced me to marry into the Bennett family. Such favoritism is truly eye-opening."
"You!" Sophia seemed to take a step back, as if struck by Isabella's words, but couldn't find a retort.
Isabella shrugged, "You can't even argue against my words. Deep down, you know the truth, don't you?"
She chuckled, turned around to pack her suitcase, lifted it, pushed the door open, took a couple of steps, and then remembered something. She turned back, "Oh, by the way, you're not suitable for the lead role in my play. I'll find another actress."
Sophia watched Isabella's confident departure, nearly biting her lip until it bled. Why? She had successfully snatched Daniel, hadn't she won this round? Yet, why did she feel a stifling discomfort in her chest, as if something was caught in her throat?
Sophia picked up her phone and dialed a number, "Hello, Ann, the play I mentioned earlier won't work. Keep an eye out for other opportunities, and... tell Daniel about this. You know how to say."
Isabella returned to the Bennett family in the evening.
Alexander happened to be having dinner and looked up when he heard the noise.
He saw Isabella walking in with a notebook in hand.
So, she just went home to get a notebook?
Isabella placed the notebook on the coffee table, approached the dining table, and seemed satisfied after a glance. The meal was well-balanced, with a mix of meat and vegetables. It seemed her morning intimidation of the servants had been effective.
After dinner, Isabella faced a dilemma.
Originally planning to tidy up a bedroom today, she got caught up in discussing the entertainment company with Grace in the afternoon and lost track of time. At this hour, she didn't have time to clean another room.
But she really didn't want to sleep on the couch any more.
As night fell, the sound of water in the bathroom gradually stopped.
Isabella glanced at the couch and then at the bed. In the end, she grabbed the blanket from the couch, spread it out on the bed, and placed her pillow on it.
Just as she finished, Alexander, wearing pajamas, came out in his wheelchair.
Alexander saw the pink bedding occupying half of the bed, and his red cheeks immediately stiffened, thin lips pursed.
Did her little sweetheart get mad?
"Haha," Isabella forced a laugh, acting innocent. She noticed Alexander's wet hair and her eyes lit up. "Alex, let me blow-dry your hair."
She quickly approached and pushed him back into the bedroom, expertly drying his hair and then giving him a massage.
Isabella stood behind Alexander, and in front of them was a large mirror.
In the mirror, Alexander sat obediently in his wheelchair, eyes closed with no expression on his face. But his whole body was relaxed, obviously enjoying it.
"Cough!" Isabella coughed lightly. "Alex, the sofa in this house is so uncomfortable."
Alexander didn't react.
Isabella continued to complain, "It's small and hard, inconvenient to turn around. It even makes my back ache. So, Alex, can I sleep on the bed?"
Alexander still kept his eyes closed.
Isabella quickly stopped her actions.
Alexander opened his eyes and met hers through the mirror.
"If you don't let me sleep on the bed, I won't give you a massage."
Isn't this just a child throwing a tantrum? Who wouldn't do that!
Alexander looked at her in disbelief. Those beautiful black eyes gazed at him, the aggrieved expression making it impossible to refuse her.
Isabella's little heart trembled again as she met those pleading eyes.
What bad intentions could a little sweetheart have? He just wanted to sleep alone!
Isabella felt as if she had committed a heinous crime. "Alright, alright!"
She put her hands back on Alexander's head, compromising for one night. Tomorrow, she would definitely arrange the bedroom properly.