CHAPTER 230: CHAPTER 230: MY FIRST 7 DAYS AREN’T OVER YET!

Isabella Weaver almost thought she had misheard!

Harry Hunter is alive!

He’s going to marry Cherry Lewis?

Was she and Harry Hunter in a fake marriage?

The high fever had already left her brain in turmoil, and now it was even more chaotic.

It had only been five days since she jumped off the plane and fell into the sea!

How could he be marrying Cherry Lewis already?

Isabella’s heart was in agony. She got out of bed and staggered out of the room. The sea breeze blew in, and she fell against the wind, unable to support herself.

Outside was pitch black, and the fishermen on the island had taken their small boats out to fish. As far as the eye could see, it was an endless ocean.

This was truly a deserted island; she couldn’t return!

Tears welled up in Isabella’s eyes.

She had never betrayed Harry Hunter, but what about him?

Everything he gave her, was it true or just an illusion?

As dawn broke with a faint glimmer of light in the east, the fishermen returned one after another.

Accompanying them was also a helicopter.

The helicopter landed not far from Isabella. Harry Hunter picked up the unconscious Isabella from the ground and walked back into the helicopter, his voice hoarse, "Get to the hospital as fast as possible!"

The helicopter immediately took off, flying towards the mainland.

Connor, piloting the helicopter, sent a message to Alexander Parker’s helicopter, telling him the person had been found.

There’s no phone signal here, so he can’t make a call, only use the helicopter’s communicator.

In the cabin, Harry Hunter held Isabella, wrapping her in a blanket, calling her name over and over.

The moment he saw her, his heart nearly shattered!

His pampered little wife lay on the cold ground, as if abandoned by the whole world.

If he had been a bit later, she would have frozen to death on this island!

"Isabella, wake up! Don’t scare me, open your eyes and talk to me! Isabella!"

Isabella had intended to sleep forever, but there was always someone talking beside her, constantly calling her name.

In pain, she opened her eyes and saw a pale but familiar face.

"Harry?"

"It’s me!" Harry Hunter was overjoyed, tears falling onto Isabella’s face, as he held her and kissed her hard.

Isabella wasn’t sure if this was a dream or reality, but her tears fell uncontrollably, and she hoarsely cursed him, "Get lost! I don’t want to see you!"

"What’s wrong? Isabella, I’ve been looking for you! I finally found you; I won’t leave!" Harry didn’t know where her anger came from; he just knew he would never let Isabella go.

"Why look for me? Aren’t you going to marry Cherry Lewis?"

Harry was taken aback: "Who said that? It’s not true at all!"

Isabella’s tears flowed even harder, "You’re still lying to me? The news said! Are you even human? My memorial isn’t over yet, and you’re marrying someone else! You bastard!"

She wanted to scold him harshly, but her weak voice lacked power, only exposing all her grievances.

Harry’s heart ached: "Don’t talk nonsense, what memorial, you’re alive and well! I was unconscious for three days, and in the following two days I was at sea, looking everywhere for you. Where would I find time to marry anyone else?"

"Liar, I don’t believe you anymore!"

Isabella cried until she became silent, fainting in Harry’s arms.

Harry shouted angrily at Connor, "Why are you flying so slow, you want to be a turtle?!"

Connor, who had already pushed the helicopter to its maximum speed, was filled with a solemn expression: "Young Master, we can’t go any faster!"

Any faster and the helicopter’s main rotor would explode!

"Alexander Parker just messaged that he’s flying your new plane here to pick us up. It’s fast!"