"Does your forehead hurt? I’ll get so dicine and ice, wait here for ."
Harry Hunter turned and left, quickly returning to find the person on the bed gone.
"Isabella!"
He imdiately shouted loudly for her, searching everywhere on the second floor, and then found her in the closet of the dressing room.
She was curled up inside, hugging her knees, crying quietly and restrainedly.
The string in Harry Hunter’s mind suddenly snapped, and he pulled her out and held her in his arms, his voice filled with indescribable pain: "Baby, what’s wrong? Still upset? I’ll stand up for you! If you’re sad, hit , curse , don’t hide and cry alone; I can’t take it!"
Isabella struggled to push him away, but Harry Hunter wouldn’t allow her to run, holding her tighter: "Why didn’t you tell you were called to the Hunter Family estate? You’ve been so wronged, I can’t face you anymore!"
Isabella suddenly raised her head: "You’re blaming ?! You just went on a business trip; should I have called you back? Like a useless fool, waiting for a man to rescue every day? Forcing you to break ties with your grandmother?"
"I’m not blaming you, what nonsense are you saying!"
Harry Hunter held her tightly, kissing her face, which Isabella forcefully pushed away: "Stay away from !"
"I’ve long since broken ties with her, no need to worry about that. She really is old now, her mind is getting more confused. She’s very controlling, always wants to have power over , and it dragged you into this. I apologize to you, hmm? Don’t be angry, be good."
Harry Hunter leaned in to kiss her again, but she blocked him with her hand, leading him to kiss her hand instead.
Only then did he notice her hand was covered in scars, all caused by sothing sharp.
These wounds appeared shallow, but the pain was often doubled.
He grabbed her hand abruptly: "How did this happen? The old lady hurt you?!"
Isabella pulled her hand back: "No, I accidentally scratched myself on the thorns."
How could one get scratched by thorns so easily?
The anger in Harry Hunter’s heart spread to his entire chest!
He thought this was the extre, but then Isabella’s next words made his anger ignite his very mind!
"The old lady said I was useless, couldn’t bear children but still held the position, I felt so ashad!"
Isabella, angry and unwilling to talk to him, hid in the closet crying, not because of being covered in filth or because her head was hit by a pebble, but because Harry Hunter refused to have a child with her!
He always said it was for her sake, but he didn’t know her troubles, didn’t know the sudden doubts that surfaced in her heart.
She didn’t doubt his love, but he was firm about not wanting children, firm to the point she suspected there might be other reasons.
She looked straight into his eyes, deep as the stars: "Do you not love ? You don’t even want a child."
Harry Hunter was infuriated; he loved her and cared for her so deeply that even he felt there were no limits!
He couldn’t bear letting her suffer even a little, wanting to wait until she was a bit older to have children, as she was only nineteen now!
He rely wanted to dote on her for a few more years, treat her like a child, and avoid having her worry about kids at such a young age, how could such a huge misunderstanding arise!
He picked Isabella up and headed to the bedroom, his whole deanor as fierce as going to battle.
Isabella was shocked by his aura, stamringly asked: "What are you doing?"
"Don’t you want a child? We’re having one now!"
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