CHAPTER 237: CHAPTER 237 THE SECRET IN HIS PHONE

"Isabella, rest well, don’t overthink, eat something. Once your hand feels a bit better, we’ll be discharged and go home."

Harry Hunter’s voice was softer than usual, his actions more caring.

Isabella Weaver stopped asking questions, quietly ate porridge, and lay down to sleep.

Harry stayed by her side for a long time, only getting out of bed when Connor returned to speak with him outside.

Isabella, who should have been asleep, suddenly opened her eyes, her gaze clear, devoid of any drowsiness.

She got up silently, walked to Harry’s bed, turned over his pillow and blanket, and found his hidden phone.

The phone had a password. Isabella tried several combinations, but none worked.

She frowned slightly, hesitating before entering her birthday.

Unlocked successfully!

She was stunned!

Harry’s phone password was actually her birthday!

Isabella’s expression was complex. She took a deep breath and opened his message list.

Most of the messages in his phone were work-related, but among them was a number with no name attached.

Isabella clicked in and just looked at a few messages before confirming it was Cherry Lewis’s number.

Because only she called Harry "Brother Harry."

Cherry had sent many messages. Harry had not replied to the earlier ones, but had responded to the recent ones.

"Brother Harry, I’ve been so busy, I haven’t had time to take care of you. How is your recovery? Can you make it through the wedding on Saturday?"

"Mm."

"Great! Take good care of your injury. I’ll come to the hospital to see you after I’m done with these few days! Our wedding will surely be the most luxurious and sensational in the city! I can’t wait to be your bride!"

"Mm."

Even though Harry’s replies were just perfunctory and brief "Mm," for Isabella, it was undoubtedly a bolt from the blue!

He was actually going to marry Cherry Lewis!

He actually lied to her!

Isabella felt she couldn’t breathe for a moment, tears streaming down and landing on Harry’s phone. She hurriedly wiped them away, stuffed the phone back into the blanket, and lay back on her bed.

Just as she lay down, Harry returned.

He walked to her side, gently kissed her, found his phone from the blanket, and left the room.

After hearing the door close, Isabella slowly opened her eyes, all her emotions vanished, as if nothing had happened, calm and indifferent.

...

The Weaver Family had been discharged from the hospital. Because the villa had been blown up by Harry, they moved into another house.

This house was a part of Rose Parker’s dowry, and it was a row house next to Ryan Parker’s.

The Parker Family’s house had also been blown up by Harry, so they moved here too, and now the two families were living together.

"Alexander, is it true that Isabella is... gone? You’ve been flying the helicopter everywhere looking for her, couldn’t find her? Not even her body?"

Christopher Weaver, not yet recovered, his face sallow, kept asking about Isabella’s life and death.

"Who said my cousin is gone? I just haven’t found her yet! That doesn’t mean she’s dead!"

Alexander Parker’s gaze was dark, his voice cold: "You seem to really want her dead!"

"How could I wish for my own daughter to die? I’m just really worried about her! I heard Harry is also looking for her, hasn’t he found her either?"

"If he had found her, how could he possibly marry that Lewis woman! Of course she hasn’t been found!"