Isabella Weaver had a rare day of leisure and relaxation today.
She draped a cardigan over herself and strolled in the Garden Estate, breathing in the fresh air, watching the gardeners tidy up, occasionally taking a phone call and replying to messages.
She was preparing to start work at a jewelry company they had previously agreed upon in a few days.
She found it strange why the people from Moonlight Jewelry suddenly stopped contacting her, just as she received a call from the secretary of the president.
The secretary pleaded, "Miss Weaver, although this request might not be very reasonable, I still want to ask you to come and accompany our president. She has been in a coma since leaving the club that day, and might be about to..."
The secretary couldn't continue, and Isabella felt a sudden inexplicable pain in her heart.
Without even thinking, she asked immediately, "Which hospital? I'll go see her!"
"Wonderful, thank you, Miss Weaver!"
