Chase was taken aback by the look in Isabella’s eyes, his eyelids even fluttered slightly.

After a few seconds of shock, he furrowed his brows and said, “Tobias just doesn’t want to sit with you. What’s the big deal?”

“Then I told him to leave. What’s wrong with that?”

Chase’s stern expression darkened instantly. He gave Isabella a hard look, then turned to Tobias. “Move to another seat.”

Isabella was acting so out of character. Yesterday, she was bending over backwards to please Tobias, and today she’s telling him to leave.

Tobias wrinkled his nose, not wanting to argue with her. He reluctantly moved to sit next to Bianca, but he still felt uneasy.

Isabella was always so gentle when she talked to him. What was up with her attitude today?

Across the table, Gabriel clenched his fists, glaring at Isabella with discontent.

Wasn’t she being a bit too arrogant today?

Seeing Isabella reach for a piece of dessert, Gabriel immediately spun the lazy Susan.

He moved the dessert in front of himself and Bianca, glaring fiercely at Isabella. “Isabella, Bianca likes this dessert. It’s hers. Don’t touch it!”

With that, Gabriel took a piece of the dessert and placed it in front of Bianca.

Bianca smiled sweetly, taking small bites of the dessert, a hint of schadenfreude flashing in her eyes.

So what if Isabella was the Taylor family’s biological daughter?

Everyone in this house only loved her!

Isabella gave Gabriel a calm glance and reached for another dish, but Gabriel spun the lazy Susan again.

She put down her utensils, eyes narrowing slightly.

Gabriel kept spinning the lazy Susan, arrogantly shouting, “Isabella, why aren’t you eating? Are you full? If you’re full, then leave!”

Gabriel’s actions seemed to ease Tobias’s expression.

Bianca put on a worried face, gently tugging on Gabriel’s sleeve and whispering, “Gabriel, don’t bully Isabella. It’s not right.”

Gabriel scoffed, “Bianca, you saw how she treated Tobias. How can I let her get away with that?”

After speaking, Gabriel turned to see Isabella staring at him quietly, her gaze unsettling.

He frowned, “Isabella, why are you looking at me like that? I just asked you to leave some food for Bianca. Are you mad?”

“I’m not mad.”

Isabella picked up a dish and walked towards Gabriel.

Gabriel looked at her, puzzled. “What are you doing?”

Isabella dumped the dish, plate and all, over his head, her voice cold, “This dish is for you too—”

“Isabella! You!”

With the sound of the plate crashing to the floor, Gabriel let out a shrill.

The food spilled all over his head.

Oil smeared his face.

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