bed, Isabella looked out of the

sure this was the day when she got hospitalized when she was only thirteen year old. From what she rem

er parents, blaming them on focusing too much on wor

uldn't help but feel sorry for her mother. On the o

t her hands in awe. It was obvious from the way her hands looked that she was

ere was nothing but

d to me after I was 13?' she thought. Right now, she wanted to do everything

le and luxurious life. However, Isabella was young and ignorant back then, even distancing herself from Sophia. Some

company, all the stock and bonds. But it wasn't the immense wealth Sophie had left Isabella that made her fe

erious expression on her face didn't suit her childish

the door to her

ened at once. It wa

ted and vigorous. With his hair slicked back

covering her head with a pillow before she died still lingered. Re

e. He walked a few steps closer, grabbed a pill

She shivered and pulled up t

y put the pillow behind her with an anxious expression and let her l

urned out that he wanted to make her more comfortable. S

and fixed her eyes on the man. Since she was suffocated by him in her

ore. After all, he was willing to kill

hair lovingly, and then raised his hand to touch her forehead. He sigh

comfortable to stay with him for

never want to see her mother. But today, she took the initiative to ask for her. "Your mother only c

. She nodded and watched Charles go

ther from her. If a thirteen-year-old child heard such words, it

. Although phones were widely used in families

How could she get in

e for Isabella. She took some medicine and was given an injection on the back of her hand. She l

knew all the plans Charles, Yolanda and Evelyn were setting out to do. There was more than enough time for Is

l pay! There's nothing to be afrai

on as she was given an infusion, he pulled out his pa

had stayed a little longer in front of her, she probably would've jumped u

ring the pinhole, Isabella looked at the nurse besi

esk on the first floor. But if you m

me back, she must quickly go to th

bered that her father and soon-to-be stepm

s, Isabella would often dial her mother's number repeatedly like crazy. There, she would hear her mother's

almost trembling. After two rings, the phone was finall

er tightly. She suppressed the surging emotions, but her lips tr

Is someo

om

y were not close with each other. Isabella rarely called her mother like this, and it wa

with joy. As a mother, no one could understand ho

e was a sobbing tone. Isabella bit her lip and s

"Bella, you're sick? When did you get sick? Which hospi

lla's face, but a smile gradually entered her lips. Joy swe

h joy. She lay on the bed and waited for her mother. After

ushed into the ward. "Bella?

ched Isabella's arms, hands, legs and even feet with her bare hands, as if trying to se

bella smiled warmly, feeling a bit shy. "Mom

bout it?" Sophie rubbed Isabella's head and smiled dotingly. "I came in a hurry and

head and smiled sheepishly. "I thin

welled up in Sophie's eyes. It was the first tim

our l

here was no one else there aside from the nurse

, planting seeds, and waiting for the cherries and gr

was a little messy, and she was holding a plastic bag in her

d pretty scarce back then. How could I forget about th

ed raising a req

eful than her. "Bella, I haven't found g

manner, Isabella felt grieved

sorry," said Isabella, h

s eyes, Sophie's heart ached. She held her d

lder getting wet. Looking over, s

's waist, Isabella cried lou

ella cry. "Good girl, don't cry. Don't cry. You are stil

abella's crying, had gathe

ospital, not public market! Please go back to your own wards!" Then she turned to look at the crying girl and pursed her l

the nurse scoffed a

d she say something like that? It doesn't matter, I gu