Isabella Weaver was too shocked to speak.
She felt like something was not right, but she couldn't pinpoint exactly what was wrong.
"Let's discuss these things later. You should see a doctor first!"
She hadn't expected the CEO's health to be so poor; seeing her injury had actually made him vomit blood.
Or perhaps, her mother's friend cared more about her than she had imagined?
"My health is like this now, seeing a doctor won't help. Just talk to me; you've grown up so much, you really resemble your mother."
Isabella hesitantly glanced at the secretary, who gently shook her head, indicating there was no need to persuade him further.
So Isabella obediently stayed by the CEO's side and softly spoke: "No one has ever mentioned her in front of me. I've only seen her photos; I'm not as beautiful as she was."
"Who said that? You're prettier than she was!"
"Were you good friends with my mother?"
