CHAPTER 239: CHAPTER 239: BICKERING

Harry Hunter returned when the fight between both sides was intense, his face icy: "Stop it all!"

Alexander Parker climbed up from the ground and shouted: "Hunter, you shameless! You’re about to marry a new wife, and you still won’t let me take my cousin away! Do you really want three wives and four concubines?!"

Harry Hunter suddenly grabbed his collar: "What do you know! My affairs are none of your business! Stop talking nonsense and upsetting Isabella!"

"I’m upsetting her? The person who really upset her is you!"

Alexander Parker also grabbed Harry Hunter’s collar. The two were of similar height, standing there tensely, neither willing to back down.

A young nurse hurriedly ran over: "Stop fighting, the patient is missing!"

Harry Hunter and Alexander Parker immediately let go and quickly headed towards the ward.

The room was empty, with no sign of Isabella Weaver.

The chill on Harry Hunter’s body deepened, his gaze sharp as a knife: "Isabella must have believed your words to leave! Before you came, she was in good spirits!"

"What the hell does that have to do with me? You’re the one who wants to marry someone else, don’t blame me for her leaving!"

"If you hadn’t come to stir things up, how could my people not have kept her? You’re useless!"

Harry Hunter’s face turned livid: "Connor, take some people and start looking immediately!"

Alexander Parker, never losing when it comes to insults, spat: "You ungrateful bastard, she’s almost dying and still thought to put a phone with a locator on you, and this is how you repay her? You should have handed my cousin over to me long ago! The woman you’re marrying is a snake; may she poison you quickly!"

He rattled off a string of curses at Harry Hunter and then ordered his own people: "Find her! You must find her before they do!"

Harry Hunter had already stepped out before him.

Alexander Parker watched his back, noticing a large patch of blood had stained it.

He donned his hat, catching up in a few steps, then coolly said: "You’re bleeding, cripple."

"None of your business."

"Who’s caring! Bleeding to death would serve you right!"

Harry Hunter gave him a cold glance: "What’s with the green hat you’re wearing?"

"None of your concern!"

Alexander Parker snorted proudly, holding his head high as he walked away.

Harry Hunter couldn’t understand what was so worth being proud of about wearing a green hat: "Idiot!"

Alexander Parker turned back: "You’re crazy!"

"I don’t even know who the real crazy one is!"

"Of course it’s you!"

"I’m not sick!"

"You are!"

Connor followed behind, listening to the conversation between the two grown men, feeling deeply that their Young Master’s intelligence was being dragged down by Alexander Parker, the madman.

The Young Master usually never engaged in such petty verbal spats; he was always calm and rational, spoke sparingly, yet today he was forced into a chatterbox by a lunatic.

...

After leaving the hospital, Isabella Weaver walked a long way alone.

She felt a little lost.

She didn’t know where she could go.

She had no relatives, no friends.

The guesthouse she rented was also well known to both Harry Hunter and Alexander Parker, so there was no way she could hide from them.

Not far away, at a newsstand, various magazines and newspapers were displayed, all featuring pictures of Harry Hunter and Cherry Lewis, with headlines in large, conspicuous letters: A City’s Elite Marriage Alliance!

As she walked along, the whole city’s streets and alleys were discussing the wedding of Harry Hunter and Cherry Lewis.

So the whole world knew he was getting married!

Except she, his wife, didn’t know.

Oh no, maybe she was already considered his ex-wife by now?

Isabella Weaver found the words "marriage alliance" particularly stinging. She closed her eyes for a moment, then borrowed a phone from the newsstand owner to make a call.