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.

Thalassa wouldn’t have had

How on

could her slaps have possibly resulted

to heal. You need to rest up; only

is so rich and loves you so much. If you become ugly or lose a hand or a

“concerned” words, Isabella was so mad she

to visit her or to kick her when she

her boyfriend have a very good relationship. True love isn’t just about appearance. If there’s a solid emotional foundation, her boyfriend would be even more heartbroken to see her hurt. But we

well, now that she was in an unfortunate situation, spoke with sarcasm and

by Isabella’s mother, they felt awkward and made excuses

just arrived so it’d

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

eyes, signaling her