Connor still informed Isabella Weaver about Alexander Parker waking up.
As soon as Isabella heard this, she was furious: "When is he well? I'll go beat him up! My mom is still missing!"
Harry Hunter rarely saw her so agitated, and he couldn't help but chuckle lightly: "My people have already found traces of your mother, and we estimate we can bring her back soon."
Isabella was pleasantly surprised: "Really?"
Harry's efficiency was indeed very high!
She hugged Harry's neck and gave him a kiss: "Thank you!"
Harry enjoyed the soft and tender lips pressing against him, and he almost melted.
After a long time, he said: "Today is the funeral for my dad. Do you want to go?"
Isabella paused for a moment and nodded: "I want to go."
She looked at Harry's face but couldn't discern his emotions, yet she still hugged him to comfort him: "If you feel bad, just say it, don't keep it all inside."
"No."
Harry's voice was faint, "Don't worry about me, I'm fine."
