Valley Hospital.
Isabella Weaver sat by Harry Hunter's bedside, holding his hand with one of hers while gently stroking his pale cheek with the other.
His fever had not subsided, and despite the medication flowing into his body, there was no improvement; he remained in a coma.
Isabella had not slept all night, and her eyes were red and swollen.
Connor stood behind her, looking grim and determined: "I'll go kill Austin Winters!"
"Connor, don't be impulsive. I suspect there's power behind Austin Winters too. If you rashly go after him, what if something goes wrong?"
"But I want to avenge the Young Master!"
Connor's eyes turned red: "It's my fault for not protecting him."
"I have a suggestion."
"What is it?"
Isabella slowly stood up, wiped away her tears, and said coldly: "Go capture some people: Ella Weaver, Zoe Lewis, and Austin Winters' mother. Spread the word that they've been kidnapped, and I'll handle the rest!"
