Blizzard First Love and a Wife Who Finally Snaps novel Chapter 304

With that, he reached for her again.

Julian moved to block him.

Adrian’s fist flew without mercy.

They started fighting so suddenly that before Isabel could even approach with a silver needle, Julian grunted and fell to the ground.

“You’re injured, aren’t you?”

She rushed to check on him but was seized by Adrian, who threw her over his shoulder and carried her away.

Old Mr. Foster, having finished his business, came looking for Isabel and saw the whole scene unfold.

He quickly called for help, only to hear Isabel shout, “Old Mr. Foster, check on Julian! He’s hurt!”

Old Mr. Foster, despite his robust health, was too old to keep up with the younger men. He had no choice but to send someone to follow Isabel, notify the elder Mrs. Blackwell, and then arrange for Julian to be taken to the hospital.

By the time he got to the hospital himself after all the commotion, he was out of breath.

The group that had gone to the restaurant first was starving. They had heard all the gossip but still hadn't seen Isabel or Julian.

Even if they were on a date, they could have at least sent a message.

Then came the news that Julian was in the hospital and Isabel had been taken by Adrian.

They rushed to the hospital to find out what was going on.

“How did he get hurt?” Evelyn asked bluntly.

Old Mr. Foster took a breath of oxygen and said, “I don’t know the specifics. I went to find Isabel, and as Adrian was carrying her off, she told me to get Julian to a hospital. I sent someone after her, but they can’t get into Halcyon Hills Residence.”

“The elder Mrs. Blackwell just called me. She said she’s heading over there and told me to wait for news.”

Evelyn sensed something was wrong. She asked Miles, “Was Mr. Reed already injured before he arrived?”

Miles stammered, unable to form a coherent answer.

But Evelyn understood.

He must have been injured before, or Adrian wouldn't have been able to hurt him.

For now, all they could do was wait.

*

Martha came out of the kitchen. Their eyes met, and hers instantly reddened. A storm of complex emotions kept her from saying a word.

Isabel stepped forward, took her hand, and checked it to make sure she was okay.

She offered her a small smile.

Martha wiped away her tears, not knowing what to say.

She never thought she’d be trapped here again.

Getting in had been hard enough, the six years here had drained her, and now, getting out seemed just as difficult.

“You should get back to what you were doing,” Isabel said gently. “If there’s money to be made, you should make it. Think about yourself more.”

Martha had no other family, so the money she earned was all her own.

She shouldn't give it up for Isabel, who couldn't help her anyway and could barely manage her own affairs.

Martha knew Isabel wanted to speak with the Blackwell father and son alone, so she returned to the kitchen to continue with the soup.

Isabel turned to face Adrian, her voice cold. “What exactly are you trying to do?”