The three of them were talking when Director Valley ca in with Johan Niles.
Harry Hunter seed about to get out of bed again, and he quickly held him down: "Where are you going again?"
"I’m heading out for a bit."
Director Valley was almost in tears: "Who’s dead this ti?"
"No one’s dead, going to interrogate soone." After the interrogation, soone might really die.
"No way! This ti, you can’t go anywhere! Your grandpa just called and told to keep an eye on you. If anything happens to you, he said he’ll have my apprentice buried with you!"
Johan Niles wore a sullen expression, feeling aggrieved: "Why do you gods have to drag us innocent angels into your fights! The old man just said he particularly liked a few days ago, and now he disowns ? That’s too harsh!"
The tense atmosphere in the hospital room was suddenly broken by him, and everyone couldn’t help but chuckle.
Connor mischievously poked his arm, which was in a cast: "And you still call yourself an angel, can you even fly with a broken wrist?"
Johan Niles yelped in pain and slapped Connor’s hand away: "I’m a doctor, I ant a white-coated angel! Fly where? So uncultured!"
Isabella Weaver laughed out loud for the first ti in days, looked at Harry Hunter, and suggested: "How about this, let Connor go and interrogate first, strain him a bit, and if it doesn’t work, you can go in for questioning."
Director Valley imdiately gave her a thumbs up: "Well said, well said, let the small fry scout the path first, and the Boss only steps in at the end! Boss Hunter, get so good sleep now, you can’t handle any more stress!"
Harry Hunter finally nodded: "Alright, let Connor go!"
"Yes!"
Connor turned to leave but then ca back, pulling Johan Niles along with him.
Johan Niles howled miserably: "What are you doing, it hurts, it hurts, it hurts!"
"Oh, I accidentally grabbed the wrong arm, I’ll grab the other one."
"Both my arms are injured, alright!"
"I see this arm looks pretty good, wasn’t it still able to carry the dical kit before?"
"It still hurts though!"
"Whatever, you’re coming with to get so ds."
"Why? Who’s injured now?"
"No one’s injured, but I might need to hit soone, better safe than sorry!"
...
The people in the hospital room all left, leaving it very quiet.
Director Valley prepared so dicine and let Harry Hunter continue his IV, as he still had a fever.
Isabella Weaver stayed by Harry Hunter’s side, refusing to sleep.
Halfway through the IV, she got up and went out for a bit.
In the VIP hospital room next door, it was empty.
Isabella Weaver frowned slightly, where was Alexander Parker?
Awake?
Or...
Her heart grew slightly heavy, Johan Niles had promised that if Alexander Parker woke up, he would tell her imdiately.
But Johan Niles didn’t say anything.
Isabella Weaver suppressed her thoughts and returned to Harry Hunter’s hospital room, took a fruit knife, and started peeling him an apple.
Harry Hunter tilted his face slightly, asking her: "Where did you go?"
Isabella Weaver hesitated for a mont, then decided to tell the truth: "I went to check next door, where Alexander Parker was supposed to be staying, but now there’s no one there."
Harry Hunter felt pleased with her honesty, his tone becoming gentle: "Perhaps he was discharged."
Isabella Weaver shook her head: "Doctor Niles said his injuries were very severe, Director Valley was even considering a craniotomy for him, it’s impossible for him to be discharged."
Harry Hunter’s fingers touched her neck.
There were two very noticeable rows of bite marks there, which made him feel both stung and pained.
Isabella Weaver suddenly reacted, panic gripping her as she covered her neck: "Don’t get the wrong idea, it’s not what you think! Nothing happened! Alexander Parker is like a dog, he always loved biting people!"
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