Chapter 42


    Isabe gasped, and her face contorted. She bent over and curled up. The


    bunny girls were shocked. They exchanged a look, their heads sobering up.


    “Stop faking. We didn’t do anything.”


    Kiki was a little panicked too. She frowned and pushed Isabe again. “Hey,


    stop it.”


    Isabe couldn’t hold it anymore. After Kiki pushed her again, her legs gave


    out, and she fell sideways. The frightened bunny girls moved backward.


    Gordon and Tyrone came down to get breakfast, but they were met with an


    unconscious person lying across the corridor. “What are you doing?” Gordon


    could see that it was Isabe. So, he charged ahead without thinking and


    pushed the girls away. Then, he picked Isabe up. “Isabe! How are you


    feeling?”


    Isabe was shivering all over as she whispered, “It hurts…”


    Gordon’s eyes were bloodshot from him staying up all night. After Isabe’s


    Contentt bel0ngs to N0ve/lDra/ma.O(r)g!


    quiet moan, he felt anger ring up within him. He held Isabe in his arms


    and turned around to kick Kiki. “Damn you!”


    The bunny girls were scared. Although Kiki knew that the blow would be bad,


    she didn’t dare dodge it. As a result, she soon found herself leaning against


    the wall for support due to the kick. Still, she was too scared to do anything


    but that.


    Gordon was about to attack her again, but Tyrone stopped him. “Ignore them.


    Take her to the infirmary.”


    Gordon stopped immediately and strode away with Isabe in his arms.


    Isabe was tense as she clenched her teeth, enduring the excruciating


    agony. Her brain was mush, and her pain sensory nerves were on fire. She


    had no idea where Gordon was taking her. Still, when she tasted the scent of


    antiseptic, she sobered up a little. Just my luck. Third doctor’s visit this month.


    “Acute gastroenteritis. Two doses of IV infusion for now, and we’ll see what


    happens next.”


    She could hear the doctor speaking, and then Gordon and Tyrone asked


    questions. Isabe curled up to soothe the pain a little. After a while, she


    could feel someone gently tugging her hand. Yet, she remained in a fetal


    position, refusing to budge.


    “IV infusion, Isabe.” Gordon patted her arm.


    “Yeah…” Isabe snapped out of it and extended her hand. She couldn’t even


    feel the prick. All her attention was on her belly.


    In a daze, she thought she heard Seth’s icy voice ying in her head. It was


    something he said in the past. Everything that fell from his lips was always


    venomous and cold. Isabe said, “The b*stard…”


    Gordon was right beside her, but he didn’t hear her clearly. When he huddled


    closer to hear her better, she wasn’t talking anymore.


    Seth was tormented by the meds for a whole night, but he kept his shouts in,


    or that woman would argue with him. He drifted to sleep right before dawn. In


    a daze, he heard something, but when he opened his eyes once more, it was


    already nearly 9.00AM.


    “You’re awake,” said someone gently. Not Isabe, of course. Even when she


    was in a good mood, she would only talk monotonously. She sounded awful


    even then. He turned around, and everything was getting clearer. Then, he


    saw who was standing beside the bed. “Why are you here?”


    “It’s nine. I couldn’t just leave you alone, so I’ve been here all this time.” Selena


    looked worse for wear. She wasn’t wearing any makeup, and she was holding


    a ss of water. Then, she asked tentatively, “Should I wet your mouth with


    some Q-tips?”


    Seth frowned as he said coolly, “How long have you been here?”


    “Three hours, maybe four.” Selena put the ss of water down, and she said


    nothing more.


    Seth looked outside the bedroom, his face deadpan.


    Selena looked in the direction he was looking at, and she said, “Isabe left a


    while ago. Urgent business.”


    Seth chortled. He looked dismissive. “She’s just a salesgirl. Nothing in her life is


    urgent.”


    Selena smiled, looking gentle and sweet as she defended Isabe,


    “Salespeople are busy. They have to deal with all sorts of customers. She has


    it hard.”


    Seth closed his eyes and pursed his lips. He didn’t want to talk about Isabe


    anymore.


    Selena remained standing beside his bed, staring at his face like she was


    worshipping a work of art. She was careful even when she was breathing.


    Selena eventually bit her lip and clenched her fists. She had made up her


    mind about something.