Chapter14 He's Very Enthusiastic About You
Meanwhile, Isaac was still at the hospital with Kalista.
Ever since Nora had slapped her, Kalista had been crying nonstop.
It took him a while to finally manage to calm her down and stop her tears.
He was just about to heave a sigh of relief and pick up the phone to check in on how Nora reacted to being brought into the police station when Wesley beat him to the punch, calling him first.
The news Wesley delivered over the phone made his face turn ashen.
"Say that again? Who took Nora?" His voice was dark and menacing.
Even through the phone, Wesley could feel the chilling rage emanating from Isaac.
With a shudder, Wesley stammered out, "Mortimer bailed her out and took her with him."
The phone in his grip cracked from the sheer force.
"Find out where they've gone, now!" he ordered sharply.
"Right away!" Wesley hung up and sprang into action, knowing better than to delay.
After hanging up, Isaac prepared to leave the hospital room.
"Isaac, please don't go. I'm really scared, and I won't be able to sleep alone," Kalista said quickly, grabbing his hand and refusing to let him leave.
She overheard that Nora had been taken by Mortimer.
Isaac was surely going to go after them now.
She didn't want Isaac to see Nora!
"Let go!" Isaac commanded, his voice icy.
Kalista bit her lip, trying to hold back her fear. "Isaac, you and Nora are divorced. Whoever she's with, it's none of your business anymore. Can't you just let her be?"
His response was cold, "I might ignore her being with anyone else, but not Mortimer! Don't think that a divorce changes anything. Over my dead body will she be with Mortimer!"
He wrenched his hand from Kalista's grasp.
But Kalista was quick to cling to him again, her eyes welling up with tears. "Isaac, please stay with me, okay? Is breaking up Nora and Mortimer more important to you than being here with me? I'm really scared; I won't be able to sleep if you're not here."
Isaac turned to the assistant by the door and said, "She's too agitated to calm down; go get the doctor to give her a sedative."
As his words trailed off, he once again shook off Kalista's hand.
In the blink of an eye, his towering figure had vanished from the ward.
Kalista trembled with rage.
Why did Isaac still care so much about Nora even after their divorce?
Could it be that only with Nora's death could Isaac let go of her and finally commit to being with Kalista?
Meanwhile, Nora, escorted by Mortimer, had reached her front door.
She felt around for her keys, but they were gone.
She wasn't sure whether she lost them at the reception or during the car accident.
"Lost your keys?" Mortimer noticed her embarrassment.
Nora nodded awkwardly.
"You're still as careless as ever," he said with a chuckle, patting her head affectionately. "Lucky for you, I insisted on walking you up. Otherwise, you'd be locked out, and then what?"
Nora took a step back, dodging his touch. "I guess I'll stay at a nearby hotel for the night and call a locksmith in the morning."
Mortimer offered, "You go rest at the hotel, and I'll grab some medicine for you. Treat those cuts while you're there."
Nora agreed with a nod.
They descended the stairs.
Nora checked herself into a hotel close by.
Once in her room, she immediately grabbed a hotel robe and headed to the bathroom to shower.
Her gown, soaked and stained with blood, clung to her uncomfortably.
Plus, the tight fabric kept rubbing against her wounds. It was an almost unbearable pain.
Carefully, she peeled off the soiled dress in the bathroom.
She looked down at the lacerations, which were harrowingly visible.
Her left thigh and waist were severely scraped, nearly skin deep.
The wounds were superficial, just skin abrasions—not bleeding heavily, but incredibly painful.
Biting down on her teeth, Nora cleaned around the wounds, enduring the agony.
Exhausted by the ordeal, she broke into a sweat and felt drained, her arms heavy as she tried to move them.
She sat on the bathroom floor to catch her breath for a while before cleaning the rest of her body. After showering, she slipped into her robe and returned to the room.
Her cell phone on the bed vibrated with a new notification.
She glanced at the notification that popped up on her phone. It was another message from Mortimer.
He had been sending her a string of texts, asking for her room number.
Nora hastily sent him her room number.
Not long after, the sound of the doorbell echoed through the space.
Nora swung the door open.
Her expression registered shock at the sight of Mortimer on her doorstep. "What on earth happened to you? You're a mess!"
At that moment, Mortimer was drenched, with a few leaves tangled in his hair, presenting a disheveled appearance.
With a sigh, he explained, "Just my luck tonight. On my way back after picking up some medication, I passed a late-night diner just as the owner decided to throw out some water, and I got doused."
A laugh escaped Nora's lips.
She stepped aside, inviting him in. "You better come in and wash those leaves out of your hair. Then you should hurry home and change; it's chilly tonight, and you wouldn't want to catch a cold."
Mortimer responded with a smile, "Sure, I'll leave the medicine on the table for you. After I head out, you can apply it yourself. If you need help, give me a call, and I'll get someone to assist you."
Nora nodded, touched by his gesture.
Mortimer made his way to the bathroom.
Concerned that it might be improper to be alone in her room with a man, Nora left the door ajar and returned to her room.
Just as she was about to check the medicine he brought, a loud bang from a forceful kick against the door startled her.
A wave of danger swept over her, sending chills down her spine.
Nora whirled around, alarm etched on her face.
When she realized who had barged into her room, her complexion turned ghostly pale, and she began to tremble uncontrollably.
Isaac! How did he get here?
He looked like a demon, radiating a lethal threat.
With each step he took closer, the murderous aura he exuded became almost palpable.
Nora turned ashen, shivering from head to toe.
She opened her mouth to speak, but no sound came out.
She wanted to explain, but the words eluded her.
Dressed only in a bathrobe, her appearance suggested she had just taken a shower, and there was a man in her room.
It was as though fate was mocking her, orchestrating coincidences so tight she couldn't possibly defend herself.
Right then, Mortimer's voice came from the bathroom:
"Nora, what's going on? Why was there such a loud bang?"
As Mortimer's voice carried through, Nora could clearly see Isaac's expression darken even further.
"Nora, couldn't you wait to rush over here and get a room with him?"
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