"Cousin, don't let him deceive you. Now the whole city knows he's going to marry Cherry Lewis. Even my family and the Weaver Family have received the invitations! No one knows about your existence, no one knows you're married."
Alexander Parker glared fiercely at Harry Hunter: "You're deliberately not letting my cousin watch TV or use her phone, aren't you afraid she'll see the news?"
Harry Hunter's face was cold and indifferent: "If that's the case, then why are you in such a rush to take Isabella away now? Wait until Saturday. If I really marry Cherry Lewis, you won't need to say a word; Isabella will leave me on her own. It won't be too late for you to take her away then."
Alexander Parker nodded in agreement: "You've got a point, so I plan to stay here until Saturday!"
"You can't stay here!"
"Why not?"
"Because you might go crazy suddenly, and it's easy for you to hurt Isabella!"
Alexander Parker's bright, lively eyes dimmed little by little.
