Isabella Weaver was shocked: "You're hurt like this, why are you still running around? What happened?"
Zoe Lewis couldn't hold back anymore. In front of her greatest support, the facade of strength crumbled, and she burst into tears: "Isabella, Harry is dying! It's all my fault! If he dies, I won't live either! It's Cherry, it must be Cherry! She wants to blow us up! I want revenge on her, I won't be a coward anymore!"
Harry Hunter's face wasn't looking good from the passenger seat. This wailing Zoe Lewis, what if she scared his wife and child?
The next second, he saw through the rearview mirror Zoe wiping her tears and snot onto his wife's clothes, wishing he could throw Zoe out of the car.
The key point was his wife didn't seem to mind Zoe at all, even pulled her into her arms, gently stroked her head, wiped her tears, and comforted her tenderly.
Harry couldn't take it anymore; he never got this kind of treatment! He was never held in arms and soothed with back pats!
