Emerald City.

The Taylor Villa was lit up like a Christmas tree.

People were coming and going, offering their congratulations.

“Congrats, Mr. Taylor. Finding your biological daughter is a big deal!”

“Hayden, this is fantastic news!”

Hayden Taylor’s face was all smiles, just about to reply…

Then, a loud crash echoed through the banquet hall.

A young girl stood by the champagne tower, her thin hand gripping the red tablecloth she had yanked off, veins bulging.

The stacked glasses toppled like dominoes, smashing to the ground one by one.

“Isabella Taylor!” Hayden’s face instantly soured. “What the hell are you doing?”

The guests started whispering upon hearing the name “Isabella Taylor”:

“Did you hear? Isabella was actually found four years ago, but the Taylor Family didn’t want to put Bianca Taylor in an awkward spot, so they hid Isabella away and told everyone she was the maid’s kid.”

“If the Taylor Family wasn’t going broke now, Hayden wouldn’t have announced her identity to try to use a marriage alliance with the Johnson Family!”

“Poor girl…”

“Poor? If Isabella doesn’t marry him, should Bianca? Isabella didn’t grow up with the Taylors. There’s no deep bond like there is with Bianca, who’s been with them for over twenty years.”

“And didn’t you notice? She’s blind in her left eye.”

“I heard she got mixed up with some shady boyfriend outside, got tricked, and ended up donating one of her corneas to him.”

“Even if she has Taylor blood, she’s still trash.”

“…”

Isabella stood amidst the shattered glass, enduring the guests’ disdainful and hateful stares. “I heard everyone is here to celebrate the Taylors finding their biological daughter, right?”

She forcefully threw the red tablecloth to the ground, her eyes rebellious and defiant, just like when she first came to the Taylor Family four years ago.

“The Taylor Family’s daughter—anyone who wants the title can have it. I don’t want it!”

Hayden’s eyes darkened. “Isabella! Are you out of your mind?”

“Crazy?” Isabella laughed loudly, as if she had heard a joke.

But as she laughed, her gaze turned bleak and desperate. “I think you’re the crazy ones.”

“Four years! You hid me away for four whole years without giving me an identity! Now the company is going broke, and you remember me? Michael Johnson from the Johnson Family is fifty-five years old—thirty-six years older than me! His previous wife died just a month ago, and she was the fourth woman to die in the Johnson Family…”

“Is this a reunion banquet or my execution ground?”

Olivia Smith watched Isabella’s manic behavior, her face darkening as she walked to the butler and coldly ordered, “Get her out of here.”

The butler immediately went to pull Isabella.

“I’m not leaving!” Isabella pushed the butler away fiercely. Looking at Olivia, Hayden, and the others, shouting hoarsely, “I won’t accept this marriage!”

Upon hearing this, Chase Taylor, the eldest son of the Taylor Family, dressed in a black suit, changed his expression slightly. With one hand in his pocket and a champagne glass in the other, he walked up to Isabella. His sharp gaze seemed to pierce through her. “What do you mean by that? Not accepted? You don’t have a choice.”

Tobias Taylor frowned. “You marrying into the Johnson Family is the only way to save the company from this crisis.”

“Isabella, marrying into the Johnson Family is a blessing for you,” Kieran Taylor sneered. “Don’t be ungrateful.”

Isabella looked at her brothers, trembling.

Why was everyone blaming her? What had she done wrong?

Just then, Bianca Taylor quickly approached, grabbing Isabella’s hand, looking at her with immense concern.

“Isabella, if you don’t want to marry into the Johnson Family, I’ll do it. Please stop causing trouble. I’m willing to marry in your place.”

She stood up like a righteous ‘hero,’ taking on the responsibility of saving the family.

This move was a classic retreat to advance.

Sure enough, as soon as Bianca spoke, everyone started talking.

“Bianca is such a good kid!”

“Isabella, why can’t you be more like Bianca?”

“…”

Isabella stared coldly at Bianca.

If she hadn’t donated her cornea to Bianca, if Bianca hadn’t conspired with the surgeon to create an “accident,” she wouldn’t be blind.

If Bianca hadn’t framed and slandered her repeatedly, she wouldn’t have such a tarnished reputation.

“Bianca!” Isabella’s eyes turned fierce as her hands clamped aroundBianca’s throat.

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