The Billionaire's Secret Quartet

Chapter 192

A woman lay on the bed, plastered from head to toe–literally. Her face was so swollen, Thalassa couldn’t even recognize Isabella. Her mouth puffed up like she’d been stung by a bee, her eyes were swollen like light bulbs; her whole face looked like an over–inflated

balloon

By just looking, she couldn’t really tell whether she was a guy or a gal.

Only the long hair scattered over her shoulders gave a hint that she might be a dame.

Beside her bed huddled a group of old folks, distant relatives who’d heard that she’d been hospitalized and came to pay her a visit.

In their village, it’s a tradition that when someone got sick and ended up in the hospital, a group of friends and family would be organized to come and check on them.

Evelyn was one of those invited, so she came with Thalassa and the kids to visit Isabella.

Thalassa walked into the room, gazing curiously at the person on the bed.

Evelyn hadn’t mentioned that they were visiting Isabella, Thalassa wouldn’t have had

remembered slapping Isabella a few times just two days ago. How on earth did

her slaps have possibly resulted in

need to rest up; only after you recover can you get married to

much. If you become ugly or lose a hand or a foot, he could be snatched by

these “concerned” words, Isabella was so mad she

to visit her or to kick her

a very good relationship. True love isn’t just about appearance. If there’s

that she

rebutted by Isabella’s mother, they felt

and Thalassa had just arrived so it’d be awkward to leave

the bed, starting to chat with Isabella’s mother, asking, “Isabella was fine before; how did she suddenly get

glanced at Isabella, seeing her red and swollen eyes, signaling her not to spill the beans, as it’d be