Chapter 306 Realizing the Mistake
"Maybe some are doing it for their families, to gather money, so they're willing to make that sacrifice. If we look, we're sure to find some," Isabella Harrington persisted.
Alexander Mitchell shook his head helplessly; he had nothing left to say.
Seeing Alexander Mitchell's indifferent reaction, Isabella Harrington felt a surge of urgency.
"Is that to say you won't help me look anymore?"
She positioned herself on the moral high ground, "Do you not care about me anymore? The way you're acting, you're judging me, as if I were one of those criminals. But even if I don't buy, someone else will, and those illicit trades will continue to exist!"
Alexander Mitchell had never heard Isabella Harrington speak such sophistry before.
He was very angry.
The words echoed like someone brazenly asserting their right to buy a spouse, arguing that if they didn't make the purchase, someone else would, as if this justifies the existence of human traffickers.
Doesn't the absence of a market mean the absence of harm?
Human nature can be so despicable.
All of a sudden, Alexander Mitchell no longer wanted to talk to Isabella Harrington.
He endured the pain in his back and the anger in his heart and coldly said, "You need to calm down. Don't contact me for the next few days; if you need anything, call Felix."
He was deeply disappointed in Isabella Harrington; he never imagined she could say such things.
To save her own life, she was willing to sacrifice the lives of others.
He never thought Isabella was that kind of person.
It appeared that both of them needed some time to cool off.
Isabella Harrington watched in shock as Alexander Mitchell turned to leave, realizing she had found his moral boundary.
She hadn't anticipated that her words would hit such a nerve.
To her, it was a simple matter of buying a heart on the black market. But to Alex, it was much more serious.
So now, according to Alexander Mitchell, the lives of others were more valuable than hers, Isabella Harrington's life?
Alexander Mitchell had his hand on the doorknob, about to pull the door open, when Isabella Harrington suddenly called out, "Alex."
Isabella Harrington threw off the covers, yanked the IV from her arm, tossed the line aside, and with a thud, fell from the bed, crawling toward Alexander Mitchell. "Alex, don't go, listen to me explain!"
He had just opened the door a crack when he heard the commotion behind him. Turning around, he saw Isabella Harrington in a pitiful state on the floor, weeping bitterly.
"Isabella," Alexander Mitchell rushed over, reaching down to help her up. "What are you doing?"
"Alex, listen to me explain," Isabella Harrington clung tightly to his arm.
"Let's get you back on the bed first," urged Alexander Mitchell, trying to help her up, but Isabella stubbornly sat on the floor, "I won't! Alex, are you mad at me?"
"Let's not talk about that right now." He frowned, and even though he was holding back, it was clear he was struggling with something.
"Alex, I was wrong," Isabella Harrington said through tears. "I was way out of line just now, I know it was my fault, I didn't think it through, I just—I was just so scared. You know how I can be—I'm not good with words, I didn't mean it."
"I won't say such things anymore, I realize my mistake. Today, you've taught me a valuable lesson, and I get it now. I won't have those thoughts again. You're right, I'll listen to you, I'll change. Just give me a chance!"
"I'll be good and follow your lead, please, don't be mad at me. I really do see my mistake! I'm just a naive girl, sheltered by you, with too small a world view. I really didn't think it all through, but I understand now. From now on, you can teach me more, and I'll listen obediently!"
