CHAPTER 227: CHAPTER 227 AWAKENING

The explosion accident at the Royalton Club shocked the entire city.

The fire burned for several hours before it was extinguished, painting the black night sky red, and more than a dozen people lost their lives in the accident.

Three days later.

Harry Hunter opened his eyes.

His mind was hazy, his vision blurred, his whole body was numb and without feeling, but inexplicably, a sense of heartache surrounded him.

Suddenly, his mind became clear!

Isabella!

"Brother Harry, you’re awake! That’s great!"

Cherry Lewis wiped her tears and hurried to call the other members of the Hunter Family.

The old lady also shed tears, constantly asking him "Does it hurt?" "How do you feel?"

Leon Hunter and Ben Hunter were also there, all looking relieved.

Harry Hunter ignored everyone and spoke with a hoarse voice, "Where is Isabella?"

No one answered him.

Everyone had an expression as if saying "You have my condolences."

Harry Hunter was furious!

He suddenly sat up, "I asked you, where is Isabella?!"

"Brother Harry, you can’t get up! Lie back down! Your back is seriously injured, the doctor said you need to be bedridden for at least three months."

Harry Hunter seemed to hear nothing, he stared into Ben Hunter’s eyes, repeatedly asking, "Where is Isabella Weaver?"

Ben Hunter had to speak, "She... went missing, we are looking for her, but the chances of survival are slim."

"How long have I been asleep?"

"Three days."

Harry Hunter’s heart felt like it was being brutally torn apart in an instant!

Three days have already passed!

Even if Isabella Weaver were alive, he couldn’t bear to imagine how she survived those three days!

His eyes turned completely red, "Call Connor in!"

The old lady suddenly said angrily, "Connor didn’t protect you well, I have already dismissed him for you! I’ve found you someone better, Little Wells, come and meet the Young Master!"

Harry Hunter’s chilling gaze fell on the old lady, his appearance was so terrifying that it startled her.

"Why are you glaring at me? I am your grandma! You’re supposed to recuperate well in the hospital, stop thinking about going out to find that Isabella Weaver, she’s gone, just gone, she wasn’t a good person anyway!"

As the old lady spoke, she took out a divorce agreement and threw it in front of Harry Hunter, "Look for yourself, she’s already signed the divorce agreement, she was just after the money!"

The agreement stated that Isabella Weaver would receive a divorce compensation of thirty million, as well as a house and a car.

At the bottom, the signature "Isabella Weaver" was extraordinarily scrawled.

Harry Hunter recognized Isabella Weaver’s handwriting, he knew it was her handwriting.

But he knew even more that Isabella Weaver could not have signed the divorce agreement for thirty million!

The scene before the crash suddenly flashed in his mind.

In the last second before her death, she was still saying "I love you", she gave her sole hope for survival to him, refusing the parachute.

How could she have willingly signed this agreement!

Harry Hunter’s tears fell in big drops, soaking the entire agreement.

"If Isabella Weaver can’t be found, all of you, every single one of you! Go and accompany her in death!"

His cold and harsh voice echoed throughout the ward!

He pulled out the needles from his body, got out of bed, and attempted to leave.

Leon Hunter grabbed him and pushed him back, "Are you courting death?! Get back in bed!"

Harry Hunter was already severely injured and had just woken up, being pushed back onto the bed, he fell unconscious again.

The ward was in chaos once more.

In the evening, Harry Hunter woke up again.

The members of the Hunter Family were no longer there, the only ones left in the ward were Cherry Lewis and four bodyguards.

There was a commotion outside, after the sound of a struggle, the ward door was pushed open, and a person full of hostility burst in.

"Hunter, return my cousin to me!"