Christopher Weaver and the others listened to Alexander Parker’s words, but they didn’t quite believe him.
Alexander Parker liked Isabella Weaver so much, liked her even more than his own life, how could he possibly go ho without finding Isabella Weaver!
Even less possible to idly bask in the sun and drink tea!
When he first learned of Isabella Weaver’s disappearance, he was like a madman, sleepless, feverish, flying a helicopter over the sea to search for her.
In just a few days, he had lost a lot of weight.
He was originally soone who loved cleanliness, but for those days, he didn’t even shower, didn’t change clothes, with ssy hair, continuously searching and searching.
Yet in these past few days, he started showering again, seed more spirited, although he was still going out, claiming to look for Isabella Weaver, but everyone could feel sothing was different.
The problem was, Alexander Parker never lied. He’s always been straightforward since he was a child, because he believes deceiving foolish humans is an insult to his intelligence.
So neither the Parkers nor the Weavers ever doubted his words.
The scent of spring grew stronger, the sunlight was splendid, a gentle warm breeze blowing, Alexander Parker placed a green hat over his face, blocking the sun, lazily lying on a recliner.
He indeed rarely lied, but Harry Hunter said that the news of finding Isabella Weaver must be kept secret for now, to avoid potential danger to her.
Alexander Parker didn’t trust the Parkers, even less the Weavers.
But he trusted Harry Hunter.
He knew Harry Hunter wouldn’t harm Isabella Weaver; otherwise, Harry wouldn’t have endured his own injuries, braving the steel plates, insisting on personally searching the sea for her.
For the first ti in his life, he lied for Isabella Weaver.
But so what?
Alexander Parker didn’t care at all.
Thinking of Isabella Weaver, the corners of his lips beneath the hat curled slightly.
As long as he thought of her, his heart would fill with joy.
He couldn’t help it, he missed her terribly; they had just t, yet it felt like a century had passed.
Suddenly, he stood up, put on his hat, and headed out.
Ryan Parker and Reese Renfrew weren’t particularly surprised, as they had grown accustod to their son’s eccentric behavior.
But the Weavers looked puzzled, especially Ella Weaver, who wasn’t as cunning as the others and struggled to hold back her laughter: "Why did Cousin wear a green hat..."
Alexander Parker, of course, didn’t hear her words. Walking on the road, people kept looking at him, his return rate several tis higher than before!
He muttered in confusion, "Could it be I’ve beco even more handso? Attractive to both n and won?"
But none of this delayed his rush to see Isabella Weaver.
The VIP rooms of this hospital were tightly guarded by Harry Hunter’s people, yet as long as Connor wasn’t there, he had no major issues going in and out.
Unfortunately, this ti he ran into the one person he couldn’t beat, just at the corridor.
Connor smiled and said, "Young Master Parker, the Young Madam is resting. Please leave!"
Alexander Parker pushed past him, soon clashing with Connor again.
Connor found fighting with him a headache too; ordinary people fear pain in a fight, instinctively defending, but this madman Alexander Parker seed to feel no pain, the more he was hit, the fiercer he got.
After the fight ended, Alexander Parker wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and suddenly turned and left.
Half an hour later, he returned, this ti with a large group of people.
In the hospital corridor, Alexander Parker’s n and Harry Hunter’s n were at each other’s throats.
Isabella Weaver had been waiting all along; Harry Hunter arranged for many people to protect her, and she couldn’t leave.
She knew Alexander Parker would definitely co again, and also knew Connor would stop him with his n.
Amidst the chaos, it was her best chance to escape!
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