In the hospital room, you could hear a pin drop.
Alexander Parker suddenly broke free from his parents' restraint, his face pale as he asked, "Isabella is hurt? Where is she injured?"
How could he not know when she got injured!
Harry Hunter ignored him and coldly ordered, "Connor, get the best doctor here!"
"Yes!"
Connor went to call the doctor. Harry Hunter waited until Isabella Weaver's hand was bandaged before placing her on the bed and slowly walking up to Rose Parker.
"It was you."
"It wasn't me!" Rose Parker denied with a pale face, "She hurt herself by accident, it has nothing to do with me!"
Just as she finished speaking, Harry Hunter stepped on her hand.
"Ah!"
Rose Parker's Buddha-like benevolent expression disappeared, and the searing pain in her fingers twisted her features.
"Connor!"
"Young Master!"
"Bring over all the broken porcelain pieces. For every piece that stuck into the Young Madam's hand, put in ten times as many into hers!"
"Yes!"
