Chapter 38
Despite the bright sunshine outside, the room was dark and gloomy, filled with the heavy scent of medicine. Isabella took a deep breath and recognized some of the ingredients as those for accelerating the blood flow.
She glanced over at George, asking, “Can you pull back the curtains? It’s too dark in here.”
Before George could respond, a pillow suddenly flew out of the shadows. Isabella instinctively ducked, but it ended up slamming right into George’s face.
“Hey! What the heck?! Who’s throwing things?” George snapped, rubbing his nose which was stinging from the impact. Thank goodness it was just a pillow; if it had been something heavier, his handsome face might’ve been seriously damaged.
With a flick, the lights in the room turned on, illuminating the mess that cluttered the space. Isabella found it hard to find a place to step.
Only the figure beneath the covers on the bed was still moving, muttering in a muffled voice, “You all get out! I don’t want you
to treat me!”
Isabella exchanged a glance with George and gave him a knowing look. George instantly understood, shutting the door behind. them before rushing to the curtains. With a swift yank, he pulled them wide open, letting the sunlight flood in.
But the figure under the blanket, Jack, shook even more violently. Before Isabella could approach him, he suddenly threw off the covers and swung a fist at George, who was closest
George exclaimed, caught off guard and taking the hit full on
Jack was clad in black. He was tall and somewhat handsome. A faint scar marked the corner of his right eye as he glared at George and Isabella, growling, “I don’t want your medical help! Just get out!”
Outside, Shawn paced anxiously in front of the door, worried about what was happening inside. He didn’t want his son to hurt people.
Just then, hurried footsteps echoed from the stairs. Cheryl rushed up to the second floor. Seeing Shawn, her eyes filled with concern. “What’s going on? Why is our son’s illness acting up again?” she asked as she was about to enter the room.
Shawn quickly blocked her way. “Hold on. The doctor I mentioned is here.
Cheryl’s eyes lit up with hope. She instinctively grabbed Shawn’s arm, asking, “Really? You mean Dr. Lovett?”
“That’s right, this time our son is definitely going to be okay,” answered Shawn.
Cheryl was over the moon with excitement. That’s great!”
The sounds from outside filtered through the door into the room, but Isabella didn’t pay them any mind. Instead, she focused intently on Jack, whose stubborn resistance made it impossible for her to treat him properly.
Isabella quickly stepped forward and jabbed a needle directly into a nerve on Jack’s head. He had been in the middle of attacking George, but the moment the needle pierced his skin, Jack froze, his body going rigid. All that remained were his eyes, which burned with anger as they fixed on Isabella, who had dared to approach him.
George rubbed the sore spot where Jack had hit him, grimacing in pain. Thank goodness he doesn’t hit that hard, or I might’ve been knocked out cold.”
He thought, ‘Good thing I came in with Isabella. Otherwise, she would have been the one taking the beating. Given her small frame, she wouldn’t last long against even a few punches.
But Isabella was too focused to engage in conversation with George. She leaned in to check on Jack, and his defiant gaze only. intensified.
“What the heck did you do to me?!” he roared. Though the silver needle left him immobilized, he couldn’t help but protest against Isabella’s actions.
Isabella furrowed her brows slightly. After a moment, she looked up at George. “You should step outside for a bit”
George hesitated, concern written all over his face. Just as he was about to protest, Isabella spoke again. Trust me. I know what
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I’m doing”
He studied her expression for a long moment, understanding her determination. Finally, he nodded in agreement, saying, “Alright”
As soon as George stepped outside, Shawn and Cheryl hurried over, their faces alight with worry. “Mr. Sampson, what’s happening in there!” they asked eagerly,
Turning back towards the closed door, George’s eyes reflected his lingering worry. “I’m not sure yet.”
Shawn exchanged a knowing glance with Cheryl, their unspoken worries hanging in the air. Cheryl’s grip on Shawn’s hand tightened slightly.
Inside the room, Isabella surprisingly pulled up a chair and sat down next to the bed. Jack’s eyes widened in confusion as she simply settled in front of him, silent as she took her phone out to check the news,
Even though Jack couldn’t move, he was acutely aware of every action she took.
Jack felt a surge of frustration rising in him as he struggled to understand what Isabella was plotting. Though he wanted to scream, his body wouldn’t cooperate, leaving him to stew silently in his anger. Being unable to vent his feelings was incredibly uncomfortable.
But soon, Jack began to feel something strange happening to his body. An intense itch spread across him. He tried desperately to break free from this restraint, but it was all in vain.
Glaring at Isabella, he let out a whimper, “Stupid woman, let me go!”
Isabella remained unfazed, casually scrolling through her feed on her phone. Five minutes passed, then ten, and soon twenty minutes had gone by, Jack endured the overwhelming itch that consumed him, a torment that rendered him powerless and robbed him of the will to resist.
After glancing at the time, Isabella finally set her phone down. Her cool gaze settled on Jack as she calmly asked, “Are you going to cooperate with the treatment? If you do, I’ll let you go
Exhausted, Jack opened his mouth but couldn’t make a sound. Isabella chuckled softly. “What’s the matter? Lost your strength?”
She stood up, slipped her phone into her pocket, and continued. “If you don’t want to talk, we can communicate another way. Just blink if you agree to cooperate.”
As soon as she finished speaking, Jack started to blink furiously, desperate not to miss his chance, Isabella nodded in satisfaction…
Approaching Jack, she pulled the silver needle from his nerve, and it felt like the weight of the world had been lifted from him. He collapsed onto the bed, finally able to scratch his itchy skin.
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Once the itch finally subsided, he lay back with a relieved sigh. Turning his gaze toward Isabella, he suddenly grabbed a figurine from the nightstand and hurled it at her. With fury in his eyes, he yelled, “Go to hell! You quack!
Isabella swiftly dodged, closing in on him and defily reapplying a silver needle to his nerve. Seeing Jack immobilized again, a slight smirk appeared on her lips. Without saying a word, she took the figurine from his grasp and tossed it into the trash can. Then, she pulled out her phone and resumed scrolling through her newsfeed, even finding a cozy spot to lean against. Jack seethed, knowing he had been subdued once more. He was beyond furious. “Who on earth is this woman? he wondered, And this time, an entire hour passed…
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