"Does your forehead hurt? I'll get some medicine and ice, wait here for me."
Harry Hunter turned and left, quickly returning to find the person on the bed gone.
"Isabella!"
He immediately shouted loudly for her, searching everywhere on the second floor, and then found her in the closet of the dressing room.
She was curled up inside, hugging her knees, crying quietly and restrainedly.
The string in Harry Hunter's mind suddenly snapped, and he pulled her out and held her in his arms, his voice filled with indescribable pain: "Baby, what's wrong? Still upset? I'll stand up for you! If you're sad, hit me, curse me, don't hide and cry alone; I can't take it!"
Isabella struggled to push him away, but Harry Hunter wouldn't allow her to run, holding her tighter: "Why didn't you tell me you were called to the Hunter Family estate? You've been so wronged, I can't face you anymore!"
