Chapter 307 Heart-wrenching Sobs
Isabella Harrington's sobs were heart-wrenching, so intense they could be described as tragic. She wrapped her arms fiercely around Alexander Mitchell, clinging tightly as she pressed against his injured back.
Alexander Mitchell furrowed his brows, grunting in discomfort.
Caught up in her own dramatic sobs, Isabella didn't hear Alexander's pained sound.
"Alex, forgive me, I really do realize my mistake. I'll never say such things again. I'll wait patiently, and even if my heart can't hold on, that's okay. Just forgive me this once, please!"
Suddenly, Isabella clutched her chest, gasping for air, her eyes rolling back as she collapsed into Alexander's arms.
"Isabella!" Alexander caught her chin, shaking her face vigorously before turning and shouting, "Doctor!"
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After some intense medical intervention, Isabella Harrington had no energy left to cry and lay quietly in bed. The medical monitors beeped steadily as Alexander Mitchell stood beside the bed, sighing in resignation.
She had indeed spoken carelessly, but on deeper reflection, considering her predicament, facing death so young, it was understandable that she was scared and spoke without thinking.
Isabella's eyes slowly opened. "Alex."
Alexander stepped closer, bending down. "Rest up, don't worry about anything, just relax."
"Do you still blame me? If... if you do, then don't save me next time, just let me go. I don't want to upset you."
"Stop talking nonsense," Alexander Mitchell said sternly. "You're going to live a long time. Just acknowledge your mistake from before, and don't say it again."
Everyone has moments when they speak without thinking, and everyone has had malicious thoughts at some point. He was about to criticize Isabella Harrington for disregarding someone's life when he almost forgot that for a fleeting moment, he had wanted to kill William Bennett. No one is a saint. If actions haven't been taken and one is willing to correct their mistakes, forgiveness is possible.
Hearing Alexander Mitchell say he wouldn't blame her, Isabella Harrington let out a sigh of relief. "Thank you, I'll never say that kind of thing again, I truly understand my mistake."
Alexander Mitchell reassured her, "You just rest for now. I've got everything under control."
Isabella Harrington nodded obediently, "Okay, I'll listen to you from now on."
In some aspects, Isabella Harrington could be quite adaptable. Even if she carelessly said the wrong thing, she knew how to utilize her assets to make a man feel sorry for her and forgive her.
Isabella Harrington pulled a white handkerchief from her suit pocket and dabbed the sweat from her forehead gently.
"Alex, what's wrong? Are you not feeling well?" Isabella Harrington asked.
Alexander Mitchell replied indifferently, "No, you rest. I have some things to handle. In the coming days, if you have time, call my assistant, I'll be very busy."
His injuries needed proper time to heal, and he knew that if he kept pushing himself, he wouldn’t recover anytime soon.
Isabella Harrington felt upset inside; he was actually referring her to his assistant rather than taking care of her issues himself. What could this man be thinking?
Yet, she didn't dare to voice her concerns and simply nodded politely, "Okay."
Once Alexander Mitchell had left, the pitiful expression on Isabella Harrington's face quickly turned to one filled with anger and darkness.
"Alex, you're so cruel. If you really cared about me, how could you criticize me? If it was Ava Anderson, would you criticize her? I see, you're getting more biased every day. Now other people's lives are more important than mine!”
