Messing With Her? Are You Crazy! novel Chapter 552

“Serena, come have breakfast,” Old Mr. Lancaster said, putting down his newspaper and waving her over.

He smiled, his voice carrying a pointed warning meant for someone else. “Don’t you worry, Serena. In this house, no one will ever be more important than you.”

Serena walked toward the dining table.

As she passed the sofa, she paused for a moment.

With a raised eyebrow, she looked down at Isabella with a cool, condescending indifference.

Her lips curled into a smirk that deepened with derision. “A fever of 102.5, slight crackling in the lungs… Tsk. Nice try with the damsel in distress act. But all it did was hurt you. Stupid.”

Isabella shrank back, feeling as if she had nowhere to hide under that piercing gaze.

Her face was pale as she avoided Serena’s eyes, her voice low and hoarse. “I-I didn’t…”

“If you want to stay, then stay,” Serena said flatly. “But while you’re ‘recovering,’ you’d better behave.”

She leaned in slightly, her regal and imposing aura pressing down on Isabella like a physical weight.

Serena’s smile only grew wider. “Of course, if you want to pull any more stunts, I have a hundred ways to make your illness much more believable… and much longer-lasting.”

Every word stabbed into Isabella’s heart.

Her face went deathly pale, her body stiffening in fear as she stared at Serena. She bit her lip, not daring to make a sound.

“Well, well, if it isn’t our most delicate little flower?” Black Jack cooed, sauntering down from the second floor with a lollipop in her mouth and a mane of fiery red waves bouncing around her.

Isabella’s face flushed a deep red with shame and humiliation. She mumbled in a wounded tone, “I-I didn’t…”

Black Jack made a face at her, then hooked an arm through Serena’s, leading her toward the dining table.

Isabella’s face grew even redder. She tried to explain in a raspy voice, “I really didn’t, I don’t know how…”

But the two women ahead, arms linked, didn’t even bother to glance back, completely uninterested in her excuses.

Furious tears welled up in Isabella’s eyes. She looked at Catherine, her voice choked with hurt. “Mother…”

Catherine glanced at the pitiably crying girl and sighed. “Isabella, go back to your room and get some rest. Since I promised your grandparents I would let you stay, I won’t send you away. Just focus on getting better.”