novelraw Chapter 746: Heartache for Her Pain
Chapter 746: Heartache for Her Pain
The old lady opened her mouth, wanting to curse, but Harry Hunter didn’t give her a chance: "David, take the old lady back to her room. Her eyes are dim, and she’s confused. Without my permission, she’s not allowed to leave, to avoid any mishaps!"This seemed like he was caring for her health, but in fact, he was scolding her!
Naturally, David complied. He didn’t need anyone else; he just went forward and carried the old lady back inside.
After causing such huge trouble, of course, Harry couldn’t let Cherry Lewis go. He threw her and those servants into the room as well and had someone watch over them.
After dealing with them swiftly, Harry walked over to Isabella Weaver. Seeing her trying to avoid him, he strode forward and picked her up directly.
Isabella had been fiercely engaging with the old lady and the others. Even when drenched and having foul-smelling manure thrown at her head, she didn’t mind in the slightest. Yet, when he held her, a wave of grievance surged, and tears began to flow in large drops.
Harry panicked a little, "Don’t cry, it’s okay now, I’ll take you home!"
There was no one like the old lady in this world—never before had he seen a grandmother tormenting her granddaughter-in-law to such an extent!
If she had cared one bit about his dignity, things wouldn’t have been done so disgustingly and ruthlessly today!
Whenever Isabella Weaver was hurt a little, he felt ten times the heartache!
She was covered in stains, dripping wet and reeking, embarrassed to the extreme.
He once thought the humiliation given to her by Christopher Weaver was inconceivable and had reached its peak, yet he didn’t expect that after Isabella had finally gotten rid of Christopher, she would still suffer such insults and torment at the Hunter Family!
He felt heartbroken beyond measure!
Thank goodness he returned in time. What if he hadn’t come back? If he had really been on a business trip for three days, would she still be alive when he returned?
Harry felt his heart being torn into countless pieces. He paid no attention to the unpleasant smell or her drenched clothes, carrying her into the car, removing her clothes, and then his own, wrapping her up in them.
If the filth was merely disgusting, then the swelling on her head and the scratches on her face were what hurt him to the core.
He had pampered her like a treasure, never letting her do anything. Even things like washing her face and feet, he would do for her, never allowing her to suffer such hardship.
What unforgivable sin had she committed to make the old lady hate her so much!
Harry, with red eyes, held Isabella Weaver, not speaking a word all the way. Upon returning home, he carried her straight to the bathroom, personally bathing her and washing her hair.
Seeing her silent, without shedding tears, her lips pressed tight, eyes lowered, stubborn like a little beast, she wouldn’t complain, cry or act spoiled with him.
This only made Harry feel more guilty and pained, wishing he could bear everything for her.
In the bathroom, amidst the steaming mist, the unbearable smell of manure finally vanished, replaced by the fragrance of her favorite rose-scented body wash.
However, human olfactory memory lingers. Even when you’re in fresh air after being in a stinking environment, you might still feel surrounded by that foul odor.
Isabella was always worried she wasn’t clean enough. When Harry tried to carry her out of the bathroom, she pushed him away forcefully and washed herself two more times before feeling slightly relieved.
"No more, it’s very clean. You’ve washed until it smells very fragrant, any more and your skin will break."
Harry coaxed her gently, dried her hair, wrapped her in a big bath towel, and carried her from the bathroom into the bedroom.