Alexander Parker still wore a smile on his face: "My taste has never been good, I’ve taken too many drugs to adjust my nervous system, and it’s damaged my sense of taste. Doesn’t my cousin know?"
Isabella Weaver was shocked!
She had no idea he had a taste disorder!
He could feign being normal despite being blind; he could even mimic the emotions and behaviors of ordinary people to make himself look normal. It’s not surprising that sothing as hard to notice as a taste disorder was hidden from others!
She suddenly grabbed Alexander Parker by the arm: "Cousin, co back to the city with , go to the hospital! The food we just ate was definitely drugged! Maybe you’ve been getting drugged for a while now!"
Alexander Parker gently stroked her long hair, his voice soft: "I know."
Isabella Weaver widened her eyes: "You know?! And you’re still eating it!"
"I don’t care about my life, Isabella. I don’t worry about these things. The days without you by my side are hard to endure, taking so drugs isn’t so bad."
Isabella Weaver was suddenly speechless.
Wasn’t he the one who hated taking dicine the most?
And now he doesn’t care if soone’s drugging him?
"Was it Ella Weaver who drugged you?"
"Her?"
Alexander Parker slowly walked forward, stepping on the newly sprouted weeds, his tone careless: "She must be involved, but she’s not the mastermind. It’s just those few people anyway."
Isabella Weaver’s emotions surged, feeling extrely upset. In a flash of insight, she suddenly realized: "This drug has a huge impact on emotions! Cousin, it will make you lose control!"
She had only eaten a little, and her emotions had already changed, let alone him!
"Oh, my emotions haven’t been great lately, I keep wanting to tear people apart, wanting to vent."
Isabella Weaver’s anger rose: "So you’re tornting ? Tornting my mom and my husband?"
"No, I..."
Alexander Parker hadn’t finished speaking when he turned around and was kicked.
He staggered, trying to steady himself, and Isabella Weaver imdiately kicked him again.
With a thud, he fell into a large pit, letting out a muffled groan.
Isabella Weaver turned and ran.
The wind howled past her ears as she ran in the dark night, unable to distinguish direction.
Hundreds of ters behind her, so bodyguards had already started chasing with several flashlight beams sweeping over, exposing her figure entirely.
Suddenly tripped by weeds underfoot, Isabella Weaver fell forward!
But the expected hard landing didn’t co; she fell into a warm embrace.
She instinctively thought it was Alexander Parker and was about to strike, when suddenly she heard him say: "Isabella, it’s !"
Isabella Weaver quickly looked up and, under the starlight, saw Harry Hunter’s handso and perfect face.
She suddenly started crying: "Husband!"
Harry Hunter held her tightly, his heart aching: "Alright, it’s okay now! I’m here!"
Alexander Parker had already caught up with his n and, upon seeing Harry Hunter, frowned: "You’ve arrived quite quickly! What, you ca alone? Where’s your shadow, Connor?"
Having suffered at Connor’s hands several tis, he was particularly wary of Connor.
Connor slowly erged from the darkness, his trademark smile vanished, and an air of hostility enveloped him, making him seem like a different person.
Behind him was a group of n in black, silent and well-trained, clearly much stronger than Alexander Parker’s n.
His raspy voice echoed in the night, like a death-reaping specter: "Alexander Parker, your ti has co."
Alexander Parker suddenly laughed, a laugh full of arrogance and freedom: "You can try! Maybe it’ll be you who dies today!"
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