Isabella Weaver was too shocked to speak.
She felt like sothing was not right, but she couldn’t pinpoint exactly what was wrong.
"Let’s discuss these things later. You should see a doctor first!"
She hadn’t expected the CEO’s health to be so poor; seeing her injury had actually made him vomit blood.
Or perhaps, her mother’s friend cared more about her than she had imagined?
"My health is like this now, seeing a doctor won’t help. Just talk to ; you’ve grown up so much, you really resemble your mother."
Isabella hesitantly glanced at the secretary, who gently shook her head, indicating there was no need to persuade him further.
So Isabella obediently stayed by the CEO’s side and softly spoke: "No one has ever ntioned her in front of . I’ve only seen her photos; I’m not as beautiful as she was."
"Who said that? You’re prettier than she was!"
"Were you good friends with my mother?"
"Sort of!" The CEO held Isabella’s hand tightly and wouldn’t let go. "Have you been doing well all these years? Is your father... treating you well?"
Isabella dared not speak the truth and upset him further, so she just nodded: "He’s been fine."
"That’s good. I rember when you were born, he was so happy and cherished you. Whenever you cried, he was more anxious than anyone."
Isabella was taken aback. Christopher Weaver once adored her?
She had thought that from the mont she was born, Christopher Weaver had wanted to choke her.
"I heard you got married? How co you got married so young? Did your family force you?"
"No."
"Bring him to et soti; let judge his character for you."
"He’s quite nice."
"Did you graduate from university this year? Did you start school early?"
"Graduating this year. I didn’t start early but skipped grades."
The CEO seed very pleased: "My... good friend’s daughter, truly smart! Outstanding talent!"
Isabella smiled and said nothing.
She didn’t skip grades because she was smart; Christopher Weaver had forced her to skip grades so she wouldn’t learn systematically.
She was the youngest in the entire philosophy departnt.
Fortunately, it was philosophy. If Christopher Weaver had enrolled her in mathematics or physics, she might have completely struggled to keep up.
They chatted for a while; most of the ti, it was the CEO asking and Isabella answering, only sharing good news to avoid making him sad.
Half an hour later, the CEO was severely fatigued and couldn’t stay seated.
The secretary imdiately made a phone call, and a dical team quickly arrived to provide treatnt.
Accompanying the dical team was Cherry Lewis.
As soon as she saw the CEO bedridden, she started crying: "Godmother, why did you insist on coming out when your health is bad? If sothing happens to you, what will I do? What will happen to Moonlight?"
She cried sincerely, calling out "Godmother" again and again, appearing very close.
Isabella stood on the outskirts of the dical team, watching all this, feeling sowhat redundant.
She was about to leave when she heard the CEO weakly calling her: "Isabella, co here."
Cherry’s sobbing paused, and she turned to look at Isabella: "Why are you just standing there? Co over quickly!"
Isabella walked forward: "CEO."
"I might not make it through tonight. Now that Cherry is here, let’s transfer the power. Cherry, from now on, Isabella will be the CEO of Moonlight Jewelry. My will is already written; you have more experience, so assist her well, help her get familiar with the company quickly."
Cherry’s face suddenly changed drastically!
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