CHAPTER 210: CHAPTER 210: COUPLES’ LITTLE FUN

Christopher Weaver’s laughter was chilling: "Anyone blocking my path deserves to die!"

"My mom didn’t block your path!"

Isabella Weaver’s heart ached terribly: "She was your girlfriend! You drained all her worth and discarded her, marrying Rose Parker with a better family background! Even after marriage, you wouldn’t leave her alone, you let her have a child, my birth made everyone call her the mistress! She wasn’t at all! Rose Parker is the real mistress!"

Clearly, it was Rose Parker who took Christopher Weaver from Shiely Morrison, yet the infamy was all borne by Shiely Morrison!

Yet, Christopher Weaver didn’t care about this at all; among the successful people in A City, how many are clean?

He’s already been merciful; just look at Leon Hunter, now that’s truly ruthless, directly wiped out the May Family!

He never touched Shiely Morrison’s parents, but they weren’t fortunate enough, they followed their daughter to the grave early on.

If he were as ruthless as Leon Hunter, maybe the Parker Family’s wealth would already be his, and his company could at least double in size!

"Alright, past things have nothing to do with you, stop bringing up the mistress. Come to the hospital, I have something to tell you."

"I’m not free!" Isabella Weaver couldn’t be like Christopher Weaver, so adept at controlling emotions, her tone was stiff.

"I have your mom’s belongings left for you; do you not want them?"

"I don’t believe you!"

"Believe it or not, if you don’t come, I’ll have someone throw it in the trash, don’t regret it then."

After finishing, Christopher Weaver hung up the phone.

Isabella Weaver listened to the "buzz" sound from the phone, stunned.

Her mother’s belongings.

Is it true?

She hesitated.

When Harry Hunter came out of the bathroom, he saw his little wife standing there blankly, like a porcelain doll who lost its soul, inexplicably making him feel a pang of sympathy.

"What’s wrong?"

He cupped Isabella Weaver’s face in his hands, leaning down, his eyes concerned.

"My dad says he has my mom’s belongings for me," Isabella Weaver’s eyes were brimming with tears, "he asked me to go get them."

"Do you want to go?"

"I’m afraid he’s deceiving me."

"Do you want them?"

"I do!"

"Then I’ll go get them for you."

Isabella Weaver’s eyes lit up: "Can you?"

"Certainly!"

"But, what if you go and he doesn’t hand them over?"

"I have ways to make him give them!"

"Are you going to use force?"

"You feel sorry for him?"

"I don’t; I just want to tell you, you can hit a few more times."

Harry Hunter laughed as he pulled her into his arms, wrapping his arms around her waist, sighed: "Indeed, you become one with what you associate; being with me, the little girl transformed into a shrew, now wanting to hit people!"

Isabella Weaver glared: "Are you insulting me?"

"Absolutely not, it’s praise!"

"Who are you calling a shrew?"

"Me, me, me!"

"Aren’t you a man?"

"To coax you, I’m willing to sacrifice a bit temporarily, and be a shrew."

"Oh, really? Are you sure you’re not really a ’woman’?"

Isabella Weaver dragged out the "oh" very long, gave an insinuating glance at a certain part of Harry Hunter’s body.

Harry Hunter gritted his teeth, raising his voice unconsciously: "Isabella Weaver! Look at me like that again, believe it or not, I’ll devour you right now! Show you what a man is!"

Isabella Weaver laughed gleefully, this man is so petty, just a slight doubt about his masculinity and he’s unsettled.

She pushed Harry Hunter away, walked towards the dining area: "Alright, alright, let’s eat!"

Harry Hunter stepped forward quickly, picked her up horizontally, heading upstairs: "No more eating, eating you!"

Isabella Weaver was shocked, raised her hand covered in bandages, shouting: "Help! Someone, someone is even not sparing the disabled!"