CHAPTER 235: CHAPTER 235 YOUNG MASTER PARKER FEEDS MR. HUNTER PORRIDGE

With advanced medical care, Isabella Weaver’s body recovered quickly.

In two days, her swelling disappeared, her fever subsided, and most of the gauze on her left hand was removed, leaving only a thin layer on her palm, which did not affect her use of her hand.

Only her right hand remained swollen and painful, unable to move. Each dressing change was an immense torment for her.

Comparatively, Harry Hunter’s condition was more severe than hers.

But Harry Hunter was very resilient, appearing as if nothing was wrong. Isabella Weaver only overheard a nurse mentioning that his body had steel plates and screws, and it would take at least half a year for him to fully recover!

It was time to eat again, and Isabella Weaver resolutely refused to let Harry Hunter feed her.

"You lie down, I’ll feed you!"

Isabella Weaver grabbed the spoon, a bit annoyed, "Do you not care about your arm and back anymore? Overworking yourself like this!"

"I’m fine."

Harry Hunter pinched her cheek, "You look so much better today, your spirits are high, you can even lecture me."

"Your complexion doesn’t look good, so it’s my turn to take care of you. Lie down."

Harry Hunter obediently lay down, watching Isabella Weaver use her left hand to feed him porridge spoon by spoon, suddenly feeling very content.

With such a lovely wife, what more could a husband ask for!

As Isabella Weaver was feeding him, Alexander Parker suddenly burst in, holding a large bouquet of roses, looking excited, "Cousin, I’ve come to propose to you!"

Harry Hunter’s face darkened, "I’m not dead yet! What are you proposing for, get out!" He hadn’t even settled scores with him for hurting Isabella Weaver, and he dared to come again!

Isabella Weaver didn’t understand what Alexander Parker was up to this time, but she didn’t dare provoke him, so she placed the roses on the bedside table and continued feeding Harry Hunter.

Alexander Parker seemed in an exceedingly good mood today, snatched the spoon from Isabella Weaver’s hand, picked up the bowl, and said loudly, "Cousin, take a break, I’ll feed him!"

Harry Hunter: "..."

Isabella Weaver was stunned!

Did she hear him right?

Previously, the two of them were at each other’s throats, and today he voluntarily wanted to feed Harry Hunter?

Alexander Parker enthusiastically held a spoonful of porridge to Harry Hunter’s mouth, "Cripple, open your mouth, time for porridge!"

Harry Hunter looked at him coldly, "You can’t beat me fair and square, are you trying something shady? Did you poison the porridge?"

"Wrongfully accused! Cousin, look at him, he’s so malicious at heart, thinking I’m that bad. I’m kindly feeding him and he’s unappreciative!"

Isabella Weaver blinked, feeling a strange unease.

She didn’t believe Alexander Parker would be so kind.

"Hahaha, oh dear, I can’t do it, I’m the least capable of lying. I must tell cousin the truth! Harry Hunter is getting married to Cherry Lewis, this Saturday! Cousin, come with me, let’s go home!"

Isabella Weaver blankly looked at Harry Hunter, "Is that true?"

"Of course not! Fake news!"

He said it so firmly, yet Isabella Weaver was filled with doubt.

Alexander Parker would never lie, he’s never deceived her, and the news he brought matched exactly what she heard on the broadcast that day: Saturday! Wedding!

But Harry Hunter didn’t seem to be lying either, especially since he’d been by her side these last two days without leaving, accompanying her, not even having time to shave or tidy himself up. How could he possibly be preparing to be a groom?

Harry Hunter slowly sat up, finally realizing why Alexander Parker was in such a good mood today, he was here to stir up trouble!

"Isabella, trust me, I wouldn’t lie to you about something as big as this. You’ll know by Saturday."