By the time lunch break arrived, I found an excuse to leave. I had heard enough flattery for one day and couldn't stomach any more.

Back at school, I headed straight to the cafeteria for a simple meal. Afterward, I returned to my dorm and called Victor to thank him for his assistance with the Porsche and to apologize for bothering him so much lately. He primarily handled my father's affairs in Welsington City and had a lot on his plate; adding my trivial problems made me feel a bit guilty. I decided it was better for me to stay out of trouble for a while.

While walking back to the dorm, Matthew called. "Hey, Will. I need your help with something."

"What's up?"

"Isabelle is out shopping and bought many things that need to be carried. But my cousin is visiting, and I'm stuck hanging out with her. If I go help Isabelle now, my cousin will tag along, and Isabelle really doesn't like her. So, I have no other choice. Could you lend Isabelle a helping hand?"

I checked the time. I had no plans, so I agreed.

I took a cab to the mall since the Porsche was parked at the Morgan residence. At the elevator's entrance on the third floor, I immediately spotted Isabelle. But she wasn't alone. Standing beside her was Charlotte, someone I hadn't seen in a long time.

They were both beautiful, especially Charlotte, with her distinctive style. She liked wearing leather jackets and letting her black hair loose. She always had a cool, aloof expression. Naturally, many people were stealing glances at them, and some even wanted to approach them.

"They're so annoying! Why is this loser always around? Isabelle, can't you ask someone else to help? Nothing good happens every time he shows up." I overheard Charlotte complaining as I approached them. The "loser" she referred to was obviously me. I couldn't believe that after all this time, she still hadn't changed. She was always belittling and insulting me.

Now that Isabelle considered me a friend, she immediately defended me when she heard Charlotte complain. "Charlotte, how can you say that? William's helped you out a few times, right? And this time, he's just here to help us carry things, not to take advantage of us."

Charlotte sneered. "You think he's here out of kindness? He's probably just here because we're all good-looking. If we weren't, do you think he'd bother?"

"It's not like that. Matthew asked him to come..." Isabelle tried to explain.

"Isabelle, stop defending him. He's a loser. What's in it for you to defend him?"

Isabelle didn't reply and just shook her head helplessly.

I didn't want to listen to Charlotte's sarcastic remarks anymore, so I stepped forward. "Isabelle."

"William, you're here." Isabelle immediately smiled and walked up to me. "Thank you for coming. We bought too many things, and it's too much for us to carry. We really appreciate your help."

"No problem."

There were many bags on the floor, both big and small. Without saying much, I just started carrying them all.

"Hey, be careful with those! Most of the bags and boxes are really expensive. If you sell them on a second-hand site, they could go for over a hundred each. If you damage anything, you'll have to pay for it!"

I couldn't help but feel angry at that. I was helping her for free, yet she dared to tell me that I would have to pay if I damaged something.

I sneered. "Dream on. Even if you sell me, you won't be able to cover the cost. If you're looking for special treatment, hire a courier. The free option is exactly what you see here."