Chapter 15 Nora Must Go to Jail
"It's not what you think," Nora's voice trembled as she tried to explain.
"You come to a hotel in the dead of night, with just the two of you in one room; you've taken a shower and are wrapped in a bathrobe. If you're not here for a tryst, then what? Stripping down for an innocent chat?" Isaac asked icily.
"Do you really take me for a fool, Nora? Do I need to catch you in the act to prove you're not just all talk?"
Nora shook her head weakly.
It wasn't what he thought.
"Nora, who are you talking to? I thought I heard a door being kicked in; it wasn't ours, was it?"
Just then, Mortimer's voice echoed from the bathroom as he approached.
Soon, he emerged.
Upon seeing Isaac in the room, his face froze, and discomfort washed over his features.
"Isaac, it’s been a while." It was a few awkward moments before he managed to greet, his face tinged with embarrassment.
However, the response he got from Isaac was a punch.
"Wham!"
A fierce punch landed on Mortimer's face.
Despite his reflex to dodge, it was futile.
A quick swelling appeared at the corner of his mouth as a trickle of blood seeped out.
Mortimer stumbled to the ground in disarray.
But Isaac was far from done with him.
He crouched down, pinning Mortimer, unleashing a barrage of punches on his face, left and right.
Mortimer didn't fight back, silently enduring Isaac's wrath.
At that moment, Nora, who had been stunned silent, snapped back to reality.
Seeing Mortimer being held down and beaten by Isaac, her expression was horrified; she immediately grasped Isaac's hands, attempting to pull him away.
"Isaac, calm down, stop hitting him! You're going to kill him if you don't stop!"
Isaac sneered, "I barely touched him, and you're already worried?"
Nora ignored his sarcasm, urgently explaining, "The reason I came to the hotel is because I lost my house keys. It was too late to call a locksmith, so I had no choice but to stay here for the night. As for Mortimer, he was just helping me buy some medicine; that's why he showed up. I got hurt tonight when Kalista and I were hit by a car! We're absolutely innocent; everything is not what you're imagining!"
She hadn't wanted to mention her injury to Isaac, afraid he'd accuse her of seeking pity or lash out with more sarcasm.
But now she had no choice. To clear things up, she had to tell the whole story.
Just then, a medical kit that was precariously placed on the cabinet due to the earlier scuffle fell to the floor.
Pills clattered out, spreading across the floor.
"Look at this," Nora said urgently.
But she stopped short, her voice catching in her throat.
The pills that spilled out included iodine for disinfecting, antiseptic ointment for healing wounds, and the necessary tools like cotton swabs and gauze.
But among them, there were two items that shouldn't have been there.
Nora stared in shock at the items, her mind going blank.
"How could Mortimer buy those?" she thought to herself.
"This is your definition of innocent?" Isaac's demeanor turned ice-cold in an instant as he saw the items. Anger was palpable in his presence.
Nora opened her mouth, but words failed her.
Any explanation seemed futile with those two items in plain sight.
Isaac picked up the two boxes; his mockery etched deeply in his smile.
"So, is this your idea of innocent?"
"We've been divorced for what, a few days, and you're already jumping into bed with someone?"
It was a box of Viagra.
Nora bit her lip, her face turning a shade of steel blue.
Despite her innocence, she had no idea how the medicine got there, but Isaac's words burned with humiliation.
Isaac then picked up the other box and glanced at it.
It was a box of condoms, not just any kind—they were designed with added 'enhancements.'
"So, this is what you're into?" Isaac chuckled coldly.
"I didn't," Nora shook her head in denial, but her voice betrayed a palpable feebleness.
At that moment, Mortimer caught on to what was happening. Seeing the items in question, he quickly protested, "I didn't buy those things; I only bought some first aid supplies."
"The guy who runs the drugstore where I bought the medicine knows me. He might've misunderstood something and slipped those two items into the bag without asking," he added hastily.
"Do you think I'm that gullible?" Isaac cut him off with icy contempt.
Mortimer insisted, "I'm telling you the truth; I'm not trying to deceive you!"
Bang!
Without another word, Isaac's fist collided with Mortimer's face once again.
Mortimer spat out blood but made no move to retaliate.
"Isaac, stop it!" Nora, thoroughly shaken, pleaded desperately.
"He's barely been touched, and you're already so concerned?" Isaac's face darkened, his anger intensifying at the sight of her distress.
She actually cared for Mortimer!
She had left him to be with Mortimer; it was all becoming clear.
"If you keep this up, you're going to kill him!" Nora clung to Isaac's hand, attempting to restrain him.
Isaac jerked his arm away, and Nora's slight frame was flung against the wall.
The impact on her already wounded body left her trembling and covered in a cold sweat.
"Nora." Mortimer looked to Nora with concern.
He tried to break free from Isaac's grip to check on her.
But as he barely raised his head, Isaac shoved him back to the ground.
"Isaac, calm down," Mortimer pleaded urgently, "Nora's hurt; we need to check on her!"
"Shut up, she doesn't need your concern!" Isaac snapped.
"Fine, I won't interfere, but at least you check on her; that should be alright, shouldn't it?" Mortimer conceded.
Isaac sneered, "If she's still up for sleeping with you, even needing that little blue pill, I'd wager her injuries aren't all that serious."
Mortimer's face was a mask of helplessness.
They had both explained themselves, but Isaac was convinced they'd come here tonight for a tryst.
He was at a loss for words.
Isaac suddenly reached out, ripping a piece of cloth from Mortimer's shirt to bind his wrists together.
Mortimer's face turned a shade paler. "Isaac, what the hell are you doing?"
Without offering an explanation, Isaac continued with the task at hand.
Mortimer began to resist.
But he was firmly pinned down. After a brief struggle, it was clear his efforts were futile.
Before long, his wrists were securely tied.
Isaac dragged him over to a table and bound him to one of its legs.
Meanwhile, Nora, who had been thrown to the ground, finally caught her breath.
Seeing Isaac tie up Mortimer, fearing he might harm him in a moment of rashness, she hurried over to intervene.
"What on earth are you up to, Isaac?"
By the time she reached them, Isaac had already finished his work.
He spun around, seizing Nora's hand, and sneered, "Since you all went through the trouble of getting these props, it'd be a shame not to use them, don't you think?"
Nora looked at him, her eyes wide with fright and confusion, baffled by his words.
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