Isabella Weaver turned back to look at the ten bodyguards standing by the door, dismissing the thought of running away.
She had already attempted it once, and Christopher Weaver would certainly not make the same mistake again; the loophole no longer existed.
Ella Weaver had already been helped onto the sofa, and the family doctor had arrived to tend to her wounds.
But her tears kept flowing unchecked. Her head was bleeding from being struck, yet her father, who had always adored her, didn't even ask a single question, only concerned about whether Isabella would get a divorce. She felt utterly wronged!
"I won't stay home to get my stitches. I want to go to the hospital! My head hurts terribly, Mom, please take me to the hospital!"
