CHAPTER 231: CHAPTER 231 REMAINING LIFE

Isabella Weaver woke up again and found herself already in the hospital.

She was not alone in the ward; on the other bed beside her lay Harry Hunter, looking pale.

Sunlight filtered through the window, shining on his face, which made his features appear even more defined.

In just a few days, he had lost so much weight!

Stubble had grown on his chin, his hair was messy, obviously he hadn’t groomed himself.

Her and his phones were placed at the bedside; Isabella Weaver wanted to reach for them, but as she stretched out her hand, she discovered that both her hands were wrapped tightly.

Her left hand was in better condition, but her right hand was completely numb, as if it didn’t exist.

She broke out into a cold sweat, suddenly sitting up.

Harry Hunter heard the noise and woke up instantly: "Isabella!"

"What’s wrong with my hand?"

"It got infected, the doctor cleaned out the damaged parts. Don’t move; the medicine needs to be changed every five hours."

"My hand has no feeling, is it because of the medication?"

"Yes."

Harry Hunter slowly got up, climbed out of bed, and sat on Isabella Weaver’s bed.

Just these few simple movements made his forehead break out in cold sweat.

He held Isabella Weaver, his voice low and hoarse: "The nerves in your right hand were also damaged, but I found the best neurologist for you, it’ll definitely be cured."

Isabella Weaver’s mind went blank.

Nerve damage?

So, her hand’s numbness wasn’t really due to the medication?

Harry Hunter was just comforting her!

Her voice trembled: "I won’t be able to paint with my right hand again, will I?"

Harry Hunter was heartbroken; he kissed her forehead, comforting her: "You will! You’re still recovering. Don’t worry!"

Isabella Weaver lifted her head: "Really? You’re not lying to me?"

"Really!"

"And is our marriage real?"

"Of course! We went to the civil affairs bureau together to get the certificate, could that be fake?"

"But..." Isabella Weaver’s tears fell, "but I heard on the news broadcast saying our marriage is fake."

"The news is lying!"

Harry Hunter gently wiped away her tears, kissing her repeatedly: "We are truly married. It’s just these past few days, I was first in a coma, and then busy finding you. I haven’t cared about the tricks of the Hunter Family and Lewis Family. The news was definitely released by Cherry Lewis, but I don’t care what she says; she’s not worth my time. All my time is spent finding you! Isabella, you don’t need to doubt the authenticity of our marriage!"

Isabella Weaver’s tears increased as they were wiped, and eventually, she buried herself in Harry Hunter’s arms, crying bitterly.

"I thought we were going to die!"

"I was so scared then! You bled a lot, and I could feel your shoulder blade broken and protruding! Your arm was dislocated too! Your rib seemed like it was broken, I was afraid something would happen to you!"

"I carried you to the rooftop, but there was no way out! Cherry Lewis arrived with a helicopter; she showed up so coincidentally and timely, I knew she definitely had bad intentions, but I had no other choice, had to send you up! Otherwise, we’d both die! I originally thought she really loved you and would take you to the hospital immediately, but I didn’t expect she actually..."

Isabella Weaver was crying so hard she could barely catch her breath, recalling that day’s events brought all her fears rushing back.

She had never been so close to death!

Harry Hunter patted her back to comfort her, his eyes bloodshot, emotions overflowing, making his voice change a lot: "No wonder I couldn’t even hold you at the end; next time, don’t let go of me, did you hear?"