Fortunate to Have You This Lifetime

Chapter 474: The 474th New Grudges and Old Hatreds_1

There were no schemes, no tricks, just pure, unadulterated malice and bullying.

Bella Foster deliberately threw the entire bowl of soup at Purple Summers—

The sound of the plate and soup bowl crashing to the ground let out a jarring clink, drawing the attention of many students.

“Hey! Are you out of your mind?!” Ryan Wesley burst out in fury.

Purple, although quick to react, had limited space to dodge in the crowded student cafeteria, and inevitably got some of the soup on her, wetting the hem of her skirt and looking quite embarrassed.

Luckily, she dodged in time to avoid getting any on her legs, otherwise she might have been scalded.

Seeing that Purple was unscathed, Bella couldn’t hide her dissatisfaction, thinking Purple was too lucky.

She snorted coldly, turning to leave, but Ryan yanked her back!

“Think you can just leave? Come back and apologize!” Ryan looked menacing as he demanded, “You did that on purpose just now, didn’t you? Speak up! Was it on purpose?!”

Bella staggered from his pull, a mix of shock and anger swelling in her heart.

Being in the same third grade, she was well aware of Ryan’s bad reputation but had not anticipated that he would lay hands on a girl!

“Let go of me!” she shrieked sharply, her expression panicked as she struggled to pull her arm free from Ryan’s grip.

Ryan held onto her firmly at the crook of her elbow, pointing at Purple, he commanded, “Apologize to her! Right now!”

Bella felt humiliated.

The pain that Purple had caused her went far beyond what a bowl of hot soup could ease; she would rather die than apologize to Purple!

“It was her own fault for not watching where she was going!” Bella struggled and roared.

Jane McCain and Zara Jameson, who knew about the incident at the wedding reception last time, could guess Bella’s motive for today’s deliberate sabotage.

It was nothing but a desire for revenge against Purple.

“She brought this upon herself and has the nerve to blame others…” Jane muttered disdainfully.

“Let’s go,” Purple said, frowning, not wanting to be gawked at any longer.

Moreover, although Ryan was standing up for her, it was unbecoming for a boy to give a girl such a hard time in public. Unable to urge him otherwise, Purple had no choice but to ask everyone to leave.

Ryan, however, who was rather unscrupulous, picked up the soup bowl from the ground before leaving and deftly placed it upside down on Bella’s head!

“Be more careful next time,” Ryan threatened her before leaving.

Bella stood frozen.

The remaining soup and vegetable leaves from the bowl slid down Bella’s face. Grease and soup seeped into her hair, her collar…

“Aaaaaah!!!—”

She broke down, flinging the soup bowl off her head hysterically crying out in the cafeteria!

…

That afternoon, Bella did not return to the class.

Purple thought to herself, Bella would probably hate her a hundred times more than before.

Ryan’s actions had been too quick; she hadn’t even had time to say a word before he had dumped the soup bowl on her…

For a socialite, the humiliation of being treated like this in public was unimaginable.

With the new and old grudges combined, Bella would certainly be an enemy from now on.

Purple feared that Bella would seek revenge when she had the chance, just uncertain whether Ryan would get dragged into it.

“Be more careful in the future,” Purple warned Ryan, “The Foster Family has some influence too; don’t offend people indiscriminately. I’ll figure out my own problems.”

Ryan laughed heartily, unconcerned, “Don’t worry, they won’t dare touch me!”

Jane laughed at him from the side, “Wow, look at how cocky you are!”

Zara thought more profoundly, speaking with a bit of gravity, “Purple’s right, we should be a little more careful these next few days.”

They were all cautious of Bella seeking revenge, but they didn’t expect that she would be more eager than they anticipated, and what she did would be even more unreasonable.

—The next day, Greenwood School’s campus network exploded.