A few minutes later, a taxi stopped in front of Isabella Weaver, and Cora Ginger jumped out in her pajamas, hair disheveled, and ran over crying to hug her: "You’re not dead, Isabella! That’s great!"
Isabella saw Cora’s appearance and understood that Cora had been sleeping and rushed out to pick her up as soon as she received the call.
The coldness in her heart ward a little, and she softly asked, "Is it convenient for to stay at your place for a few days?"
"There’s nothing inconvenient about it, as long as you don’t mind my place being small, you can stay as many days as you want!"
Cora spoke while pulling Isabella onto the taxi.
She asked about everything on the road except anything related to Harry Hunter.
The whole city knew about Harry’s upcoming wedding; she was afraid Isabella would be sad, so she didn’t even ntion it.
When they reached Cora’s place, Isabella realized unexpectedly she was living in a basent.
It was cold and damp, and the room was very small.
"Cora, how much is the rent here?"
"Five hundred a month!"
"You make so much money, why not live sowhere better?" The club’s monthly salary was as high as six thousand, and sotis she could get tips; Cora’s inco was not low.
"I send all the money ho; I have a brother who just bought a house and got married, owes a lot of money, and I’m helping him pay off the debt!"
Isabella was extrely shocked; for a mont, she didn’t know what to say.
She always thought Cora was an only child, assud even if she wasn’t wealthy, she lived comfortably, never imagined she had to support her brother!
Cora didn’t seem to care much and said with a bit of a headache: "I only have one bed here, so you’ll have to squeeze in with , but I’m not a very careful sleeper. What if I accidentally hit your hand?"
Isabella gently hugged her: "It’s okay, it’s already great, thank you for taking in."
Cora was stunned for a mont, then hugged her back: "What’s with the formality? We’re great partners! Everything will get better, all you need to do is stay alive. At the club... so many people died, I haven’t been able to reach you, and you’re still on the club’s missing persons list; I thought you also..."
She couldn’t continue speaking.
Thinking about the explosion that day terrified her.
She was rescued that day too, with minor injuries.
"I’m still on the missing persons list?"
Isabella frowned; it shouldn’t be!
"Yes, I saw the news last night, you’re still on the list!"
Cora took out her phone, found the news, and showed it to Isabella.
Isabella thought for a long ti but couldn’t figure out why, yet she knew it was definitely related to Harry Hunter.
Why is he hiding news of her being alive?
Does this an the Weaver family and the Parker family don’t know she’s alive? Alexander Parker didn’t ntion it?
What big ga is Harry playing?
"You’re still wearing the hospital gown; did you just run out of the hospital? Tsk tsk, a beauty is truly a beauty. Even in such ugly clothes, you’re still so lovely, it’s infuriating!"
"I have so unworn sports clothes here; you can wear this! Oh, and there are sneakers; luckily, we have the sa shoe size."
"Later, we’ll go to the mall and get you so toothbrush, towels, and even underwear! Hehe, sleeping next to a beauty gives a bit of excitent!"
...
Cora chatted away, her lively and cheerful tone infected Isabella Weaver, dispersing the unease and sadness in her heart.
After changing clothes, Isabella stood in front of the mirror and touched her forehead: "Cora, these clothes are so cartoonish and pink. Aren’t these ant for teenage girls?"
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