Chapter 183

"He treated you like that, how could I not worry? But knowing you're okay is enough for me. I don't care about the outside world, I just want to see you well."

Nolan's gentle words slowly came through the phone.

They provided Isabella with the sense of security and acceptance she needed at the moment.

In an instant, she couldn't help but tear up.

Everything that had just happened felt like a trip through hell, leaving her cold all over. It was Nolan's gentleness and magnanimity that pulled her back.

"Nolan, I'm so glad to have you, thank you."

This was the first time she had formally called his name.

At this moment, she just wanted to consider him her most important confidant.

Without worrying about anyone else's opinions or thoughts.

Just a friend who truly understands her.

"Why are you being so polite with me?"

Nolan's voice lightened up a bit, and he laughed as he continued to comfort her over the phone.

"I understand Michael's personality. When he loses his temper, he doesn't care about anyone around him. After all, he was spoiled at home and can't change. Don't take it too much to heart; it's not worth getting upset over."

Isabella understood this well.

Michael was the person she had chosen, for better or worse, she had to learn to accept it.

She couldn't change others, only herself to accommodate him.

But now, she no longer wanted to compromise herself.

"It's his problem if he can't change, but I don't have to be with him."

The series of actions in the car made her realize just how vile Michael was at his core.

She didn't want to have any more relations with him.

"Nolan, the issues between us are unsolvable. You don't need to persuade me anymore."

The moment Michael ignored her pleas and forced her, it was already destined that their paths had come to an end.

She didn't want to hear Michael's name at this moment.

She just wanted to be alone quietly.

Just as Isabella was about to hang up the phone, Nolan suddenly mentioned something that piqued her interest.

"Isabella, I overheard you on the phone today. Are you looking for someone?"

Michael instinctively explained, "I didn't mean to pry into your privacy. I just wanted to tell you that if you need my help, you can always ask. Although I haven't been in the country for years, I still have a few reliable friends. Finding someone in Evergreen City isn't difficult."

Isabella was indeed worried about this matter, and with the fallout with Michael, she couldn't turn to him.

Given Nolan's capabilities and connections, he might really be able to help her find Harper.

"If it's not too much trouble, Nolan, I really want to ask for your help. The person I'm looking for is Harper, whom you also know."

"She suddenly disappeared from the hospital last night, and now there's no clue."

Having known each other for many years, Nolan was somewhat aware of Isabella's situation.

"Okay, I understand. I'll have someone keep an eye out."

Nolan agreed decisively, assuring her not to worry about it.

He promised to inform her as soon as he had any news.

Isabella's long-standing distress improved because of Nolan's phone call.

On the other side.

Michael returned home alone, pushing open the door to find the house in darkness. Isabella hadn't come back, and his mood plummeted.

She was really angry with him.

She refused to come back to their home.

He was back to living alone, sleeping alone.

But if she didn't come back here, where would she go?

It was either the Garden Villa left by her mother, Grace, or back to the Wilson Family.

Michael shook his head.

Isabella valued Daniel the most, and it was unlikely she would go back in the middle of the night after an argument. The only possibility was the Garden Villa.

With this thought, he finally felt relieved.

Early the next morning, Michael rushed to Isabella's residence.

But the room was already locked, and she wasn't there.

The only place Michael could think of was the Wilson Family.

Isabella had promised Daniel that she would often come home to accompany him after he was discharged.

Having slept only a few hours, Michael hurriedly turned around and left, not forgetting to buy some expensive gifts on the way, and arrived at the Wilson Family's door.

After the last surgery, knowing that the two had moved back together, Daniel's worries were finally eased.

With Sean's consent, he was brought back home by his five sons.

Michael, carrying the gifts, was thinking about how to ask Daniel about Isabella's whereabouts.

In the blink of an eye, he saw Isabella standing behind Daniel in casual home attire.

She was wearing a loose gray sweater, her hair casually tied up, revealing her long neck, exuding an elegant and noble aura.

He had been blind before, thinking she was a vulgar person?

At this moment, Isabella naturally saw him too, but she didn't even give him a glance.

She continued to massage Daniel's shoulders, chatting with him.

"Grandpa, how's the pressure?"

Daniel squinted his eyes and nodded in satisfaction, "Not bad, Isabella's technique is getting better and better. Which massage master did you learn from?"

"Grandpa, you're overestimating me. I'm just massaging your shoulders. How could I have learned from a massage master?"

Isabella cleverly avoided the topic.

If Daniel knew she had specifically sought out a massage therapist to learn the techniques, he would blame her for wasting time.

But she genuinely wanted to do something for Daniel, not wanting to have any regrets when he was bedridden.

"You still want to hide it from me..."

Before Daniel could finish his sentence, he was interrupted by a crisp and pleasant "Grandpa" call.

Michael, with a brisk pace, handed the gifts to the servant beside him and quickly approached Daniel.

"Knowing you were back, I thought I'd come to see you. But looking at your complexion, you don't look like a patient at all, more like a young man with a rosy face."

The flattery was directed at Daniel, but Michael's eyes were fixed on Isabella the whole time.

His gaze was deep and earnest, longing for her to look at him.

Daniel, sitting in the middle, immediately understood his intentions and the purpose of his visit.

These two must have had another argument?

Thinking back to the day before yesterday when Michael confidently told him not to interfere, and now, he still couldn't handle Isabella.

"So it's Michael, no wonder you're so good with words."

"Sit!"

Daniel waved his hand, instructing the servant to serve tea.

But at this moment, the last person Isabella wanted to see was Michael. She had already retreated to Daniel's place, yet he shamelessly followed.

Didn't her words last night make it clear enough?

Isabella bit her lip, not wanting to show her displeasure in front of Daniel. As soon as Michael sat down, she spoke up.

"Grandpa, I'll go to the kitchen and make you something to eat."

She had just taken a few steps when Michael urgently blocked her path, "Isabella, please don't avoid me anymore. I really know I was wrong!"

Seeing this, Daniel got up and left, giving the two enough space.