Chapter 433 Head Broken and Bleeding
Quentin was in the bathroom, washing his hands.
Bradley strolled over and whispered, "I'll take over."
The nurse then handed everything to him and quietly stepped aside.
Bradley gave Isabella's wrist a gentle pat, "Turn your hand over."
Isabella wasn't about to play along.
Bradley leaned in closer, his voice barely a whisper. "If you don't cooperate, Mr. Black will get pissed, and you'll be the one suffering in the end. Trust me."
Isabella stayed defiant, not saying a word.
Suddenly, she felt something strange—a thin, sharp object—slip into her palm.
Bradley had secretly placed a needle in her hand, curling her fingers around it before urgently whispering, "Ms. Black, clench your fist. I'm going to give you an injection."
It was a small but sturdy needle.
Just curling her fingers pricked her skin a bit; if she clenched her fist tightly, it could pierce deeper, embedding itself into her flesh.
Bradley's actions and words seemed to hint at something more.
'Why is he secretly giving me this needle? Is Bradley an undercover agent sent by Seb?' she wondered.
There didn't seem to be any other explanation for Bradley's actions.
A glimmer of hope sparked in Isabella's heart as she thought.
If Bradley was indeed Seb's man, then she had nothing to fear.
"I'll take over," Quentin walked out of the bathroom and, upon hearing Bradley's words, came straight over.
Isabella took the chance to turn her hand over, palm facing down.
Quentin glanced at it, "Clench your fist."
Isabella hesitated for a moment, then decided to comply, clutching the thin needle in her palm.
Quentin, not expecting Isabella to be so cooperative, showed a rare hint of satisfaction on his face.
His gaze softened as he looked at Isabella, "Good girl, Lova. Listen to me, and I won't let you suffer too much."
Isabella's consciousness began to blur.
She instinctively clenched her left hand, the pain in her palm helping her stay somewhat awake.
Suddenly, a sharp crack sounded by her ear, which wasn't loud, but it left her ears tingling.
Isabella's eyes flew open, her entire body drenched in sweat as if she had just been pulled from the sea.
She stared at the ceiling, her body rigid, gasping for breath.
Quentin saw this and immediately turned to glance at Bradley, asking, "What's going on?"
Bradley's heart tightened, fearing Quentin might suspect something.
He quickly walked to the bedside, observed Isabella for a moment, then snapped his fingers in front of her eyes.
When Isabella looked at him, Bradley asked, "Ms. Black, are you awake?"
Isabella, panting heavily, suddenly realized they were trying to hypnotize her.
The reason Bradley had given her the needle was to keep her in pain and prevent her from being hypnotized!
Isabella was almost certain now—Bradley was definitely sent by Seb. "Ms. Black?" Bradley's eyes darkened slightly.
Feigning confusion, Isabella played along. "Who am I?"
Bradley exhaled slowly, relief washing over him.
'Isabella's smart,' he thought.
The hypnosis had just begun.
If Isabella had immediately answered that she was Lova, it would have aroused Quentin's suspicion.
Isabella's question was perfectly timed.
It was as if her memory had been completely erased, leaving her life a blank slate.
Quentin's next task was to fill Isabella's mind with Lova's memories, turning Isabella completely into Lova's substitute.
Quentin interjected, "Your name is Lova Black. You are the eldest daughter of the Black Family."
The entire hypnosis process lasted about forty minutes.
During these forty minutes, Isabella finally understood who Lova was.
Lova, the eldest daughter of the Black family, had been showered with love and affection since birth.
Lova loved ballet from a young age and was an excellent dancer.
Her dream was to study dance at a university abroad and then return to teach.
Lova worked hard for this dream.
But on the day she received her acceptance letter from the foreign university, an accident occurred.
Lova was driving out of her home when she had a car accident.
She didn't hit anyone; she crashed into a guardrail and was severely injured.
Since then, Lova had a leg injury and could no longer dance, which led to her depression.
Soon after, Lova was diagnosed with a strange illness and never left the hospital again.
It wasn't until later that Quentin found a way to save Lova, finally snatching her back from the brink of death.
Isabella listened quietly to this story.
She thought that if she were truly hypnotized, these memories might be implanted in her mind.
With such long-term hypnosis, it wouldn't take long for her to really believe she was Lova.
'Quentin is absolutely deranged,' she thought.
Isabella was a bit sleepy, so she closed her eyes and fell into a deep sleep.
In the following days, Isabella spent more time awake than asleep.
Bradley and Quentin came to hypnotize her every night.
Isabella no longer resisted; she cooperated by listening to the story and then sleeping.
She would rest and then continue listening to the story.
This cycle repeated for several days.
Until one day, Bradley came to see her alone and she knew her chance had come.
"My time is limited," Bradley spoke quickly in a low voice. "Mr. Landon sent me. Ms. Miller, do you still remember who you are?"
Isabella nodded slightly.
Bradley continued, "Mr. Landon has been here for a few days; he is working on a solution. Quentin was held up today, so he couldn't come. Ms. Miller, tomorrow is the last hypnosis session. You need to pretend to be completely hypnotized. In front of Quentin, you can't show any flaws. Only then will you have a chance to leave here."
Isabella listened to every word carefully and nodded, "I understand."
Meanwhile, at the Black Mansion, a golf club struck Quentin from behind, hitting him hard on the head.
Quentin fell to the ground, his head instantly bleeding.
He turned to see that the person who had hit him was Wade.
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