"Isabella, rest well, don't overthink, eat something. Once your hand feels a bit better, we'll be discharged and go home."
Harry Hunter's voice was softer than usual, his actions more caring.
Isabella Weaver stopped asking questions, quietly ate porridge, and lay down to sleep.
Harry stayed by her side for a long time, only getting out of bed when Connor returned to speak with him outside.
Isabella, who should have been asleep, suddenly opened her eyes, her gaze clear, devoid of any drowsiness.
She got up silently, walked to Harry's bed, turned over his pillow and blanket, and found his hidden phone.
The phone had a password. Isabella tried several combinations, but none worked.
She frowned slightly, hesitating before entering her birthday.
Unlocked successfully!
She was stunned!
Harry's phone password was actually her birthday!
Isabella's expression was complex. She took a deep breath and opened his message list.
