Chapter 134

The car arrived at the hospital an hour later. When the two of them got there, the surgery was still ongoing.

Without know Harper's situation, Isabella sat on a nearby chair outside the operating room, her face serious. And Michael sat beside her.

Neither of them spoke, but Michael knew better than anyone that Isabella wasn't worried about Harper's injuries; she was worried about whether Harper would die.

Harper had indirectly caused the death of Grace. How could she die without facing any judgment?

After a long wait, the door to the operating room finally opened.

The doctor took off his mask and said to Isabella, "The surgery was successful, but her injuries are severe. She must be sent to the ICU for monitoring. If nothing happens tonight, she will be out of the critical period."

It wasn't just Isabella and Michael who had come; there were also police officers who guarded Harper.

The prisoner had attempted suicide while under their watch, and as the primary responsible parties, they had to report the latest situation to the police station at all times.

After learning about the situation, Michael called Aaron to strengthen the security and ensure Harper didn't get another chance to escape.

Standing in front of the thick glass of the ICU, Isabella looked at Harper, who was surrounded by various machines, with uncontrollable anger and resentment in her eyes.

Years ago, Grace had also been hospitalized in critical condition due to the provocations of Indigo and Harper, with tubes all over her body.

They took advantage of Grace's illness, using all kinds of vicious words to provoke her, making her give up the last bit of hope.

Grace could have lived, but Harper had driven her to death to get everything from Grace.

Old memories flooded her mind, and Isabella's hands clenched tightly at her sides. "She can't die yet!"

Harper's punishment hadn't been delivered yet. How could she die so easily?

Michael had just finished his call when he heard Isabella biting her lip and saying this.

Her voice was low, but he heard it clearly.

He looked down at her. At this moment, Isabella's lips were marked by her teeth, and her usually lively eyes were red and filled with unwillingness. Her clenched fists trembled slightly.

Michael seemed to understand what she was thinking.

It turned out she also had moments of vulnerability and couldn't always maintain an absolutely calm demeanor.

Even though she usually provoked and resisted him, in the end, she was just a girl who needed care and understanding.

Seeing her like this, his heart suddenly ached.

Before he realized it, his hands had already pulled her into his arms, offering his shoulder for her to lean on. "Don't be afraid, I'm here."

Isabella's vision darkened, but Michael's voice was like a beacon, illuminating the darkness in her heart.

For the first time, they hugged each other while fully conscious.

She didn't know if it was because her emotions were too fragile or because Michael's tenderness made her reluctant to let go.

When she heard his words, her heart started to beat faster.

She grabbed his sleeve, opened her mouth, and whispered something to him.

Michael didn't hear clearly but saw her lips move.

He patiently lowered his head, leaned closer to her mouth, and gently asked, "What do you want to say? I'm listening."

Isabella bit her lip, looked up, and gazed into his deep, bright eyes.

Her heart trembled as she repeated. "Michael, can I trust you again?"

Bianca had once been the person she liked and valued the most, and Harper was Bianca's biological mother.

Could he really stand against Bianca for her and treat Harper as an enemy? She used to not believe he would do such a thing.

But now, she felt Michael had changed, who was really different from before.

Otherwise, he wouldn't have unhesitatingly taken the knife for her when Harper tried to stab her.

She wanted to trust him again, but Michael first saw the hesitation in Isabella's eyes, realizing she was worried if he was still trustworthy.

But from her perspective, he could completely understand her.

After all, he had also been deceived by Bianca for so long, treating her as his savior.

He sighed and told her his decision, "Don't worry, I've had people investigate everything Indigo and Harper did back then. They won't have another chance to get out."

After saying that, he added, "Even for the knife I suffered, they won't escape."

Michael's voice was gentle and firm, but Isabella felt it was unreal.

She was the one who said she wanted to trust him first, but when she thought of the past, she...

Forget it, since she had decided to trust him again, she shouldn't think about other things.

Besides, with the knife wound he suffered, even if Harper wanted to escape punishment, the Brown Family wouldn't let her go. She might as well see what he would do.

She collected her thoughts, thinking about what to do next, when she heard Michael's voice above her head. "You've been here for hours. Don't push yourself. Go home and rest. I'll have someone watch over here and notify you immediately if there's any news."

Isabella was momentarily stunned, not daring to believe if he was really the Michael she knew.

Just as the two of them were embracing and looking at each other tenderly.

Jesse, who had just finished his investigation at the police station, rushed over and saw Michael holding Isabella in the hallway.

"Michael, get your dirty hands off Ms. Taylor!" Jesse ran over angrily and pulled Isabella out of Michael's arms, standing in front of her to block Michael. "Who allowed you to touch Ms. Taylor!"

Their relationship had long changed, and Jesse had personally seen how Michael bullied Isabella in the Brown Family.

He wished he could hit him every time he saw him and wouldn't give him any good face.

If it were before, Isabella would have made faces at Michael behind Jesse's back and left triumphantly.

But Michael's heartfelt words just now made her feel guilty.

If she treated him like before, it would be too much.

Isabella tugged at Jesse's arm. "Jesse, it's not what you think. He didn't bully me."

But Jesse didn't care. He glared at Michael with sharp eyes, ready to fight if he made a move.

Isabella sighed and turned to look at Michael.

He was tall and slender, and she had to look up to see him clearly. His eyes were always on her, filled with concern.

She knew she shouldn't let him move her, but Isabella couldn't help her heart from trembling. "Michael, I'll leave this to you. I hope you won't disappoint me again."