Mrs Hale, I Surrender
Chapter 266 - 265 Sudden change in aura, dealing with scum personally (2 more updates)

Chapter 266: 265 Sudden change in aura, dealing with scum personally (2 more updates)

Isaac Shea’s breathing was rapid when he first laid eyes on Hannah Johnson leaning against the washstand, her wet hair sticking to her face, unnaturally flushed with redness.

Her breathing unsteady, her gaze blurred.

It was clear she had fallen into a trap.

Isaac Shea’s expression turned cold and fierce. What were once beautiful, puppy-dog eyes were now filled with hostility and chill.

But Mr. Grant, now ineffective with his eyesight, saw Isaac approach and immediately extended his hand, grabbing onto one of his legs, "Young Master Shea, save me, please, and call the police for me. This woman is insane..."

"She wants to kill me!"

"She’s trying to murder!"

"Let go!" Isaac Shea frowned.

Mr. Grant had finally found his savior; there was no way he would let go easily.

The service staff, frightened by the scene before them, had not yet recovered, only to see the first person who rushed in—handsome and seemingly mild-mannered—suddenly lift his foot.

He shook off Mr. Grant’s restraining hand,

Raised his foot again,

And brutally kicked his shoulder.

Isaac Shea had the strength, unlike the force from Hannah Johnson.

That kick,

Seemed to shatter his bones. Mr. Grant’s body, like the dried leaves of early winter, struck the wall. He crumbled to the floor, clutching his shoulder, writhing in pain.

"Isaac Shea!" Mr. Grant gritted his teeth, "What the hell do you think you’re doing?"

Isaac Shea did not answer his question, just looked at him dismissively.

His gaze murky and from a high position,

The vestiges of his scholarly and youthful air seemed to vanish in an instant, his stare deadly!

Mr. Grant was too frightened to utter a word.

Isaac Shea walked straight to Hannah Johnson, took off his jacket, and draped it over her. Hannah was very delusional by then, her body rejecting the touch, "Who are you..."

"It’s me."

"Hmm?"

Isaac Shea drew closer and whispered softly, "I’m your Isaac."

"Isaac..." Hannah frowned slightly, reaching out to embrace him. Isaac bent down and carried her sideways, giving Mr. Grant a deep glance as he passed.

It sent chills all through him.

At the banquet hall, the Isaac Shea he had seen seemed meek and bullying.

Now...

His aura had shifted dramatically as if he had become a completely different person.

Isaac Shea passed a service worker, instructing, "Keep tonight’s events confidential. No one must speak of this."

Those few nodded hastily.

Tonight’s gathering included prominent figures from Capital City; they would not dare to intercede with a word.

"Prepare a room for me and call a doctor!"

The service staff gathered all the items Hannah Johnson had dropped and hurried to lead Isaac to a room. By then, Hannah’s body was incredibly hot, and her consciousness increasingly blurred. She smelled a familiar scent, and her entire nervous system relaxed.

As if she dropped all her defenses.

The moment her body hit the soft large bed, her fingers wrapped around Isaac’s neck, and she kissed his lips.

Her lips,

Scorching.

But Isaac’s body was icy cold.

His lips also thin and chilling, nearly devoid of warmth.

He had not anticipated anyone daring to use such despicable methods, merely feeling scared afterward.

Hannah Johnson kissed his mouth wildly, receiving no response, which distressed her, "Isaac, Isaac—"

"I’m here."

His voice was gentle as he tenderly stroked her hair.

"I feel awful."

"Where does it hurt?"

"My whole body feels uncomfortable."

Hannah writhed; the heat overwhelming her sanity in a season with indoor heating on, making her feel even hotter.

When the doctor came in, Isaac was holding her. Hannah reached out to undress him, her movements hurried and clumsy, leaning against his shoulder, biting his neck.

To ensure the smooth running of the dinner, the Payne Family had doctors on call who had arrived prepared with the necessary medications after briefly learning about the situation from the service staff. With Isaac’s help, an injection was administered into her arm.

"I don’t know what drug she was poisoned with, so this solution is only temporary. If the situation doesn’t improve, she must go to the hospital," the doctor advised.

"Thank you."

"I’ll wait outside. The car is ready; just call if you need anything."

Isaac Shea nodded and gave a warning, "Please don’t mention this to the Payne Family."

He reached out to embrace the restless Hannah Johnson.

That look in his eyes,

he seemed to have the heart to kill the beast.

The doctor was stunned for a moment.

But on further thought, he could understand that if this got out, it would inevitably attract a lot of gossip.

About five or six minutes later, Hannah’s body temperature gradually decreased. She had inhaled some passion-inducing drug, albeit not too much. But after all the turmoil, she was completely exhausted and leaned on Isaac’s shoulder, breathing softly.

"How do you feel?" Isaac frowned.

"Thirsty."

"I’ll get you some water."

When Isaac returned with the water, Hannah had already fallen asleep against the headboard. Isaac noticed her previously clenched hands loosened, her palms were bloody from her nails scratching them.

He took a sharp breath, got a medical kit from the doctor, and treated her wounds before he lowered his head to kiss her forehead.

Hannah’s mobile phone vibrated.

Caller ID: [Zoe]

Isaac answered the call, "Hello."

"Huh?" Zoe’s puzzled voice came from the other end, "Is this... Mr. Shea?"

"It is."

"Is my sister with you?"

"Yes."

"We’re about to go out for dinner, would you like to join?"

"I’m busy, can’t make it."

"..."

Zoe, unaware of the situation, thought she had disturbed the two and quickly hung up.

Hannah’s hair was damp, and she had sweated during the ordeal. She slept restlessly. Isaac went to wring out a towel to wipe her body, then fetched a nightgown from the closet.

At Hot Spring Villa, there were nightgowns, bathrobes, and kimonos.

She was thirsty, and Isaac coaxed her to try and drink some water.

"Uh—" Hannah frowned, unwilling to drink.

"Be good, take a few sips."

Hannah was stubborn and refused to open her mouth, probably because the drug hadn’t completely worn off, and she drifted into a deep sleep, dreaming of her childhood.

She dreamt of her father and mother,

the three of them loving and close.

She dreamt of her father holding her, saying, "You’ll always be Daddy’s little princess, Daddy will always love you."

But in the blink of an eye,

he walked away holding a boy.

Isaac watched Hannah sleep increasingly restlessly, murmuring something incoherently; thinking she was uncomfortable, he drew closer and finally heard clearly—

she was crying out for her father!

Isaac stroked her hair.

Once he was sure Hannah was sound asleep, he left the room. Outside, besides the doctor, there were two more people.

"Where is he?" Isaac asked.

"He’s been detained, how should we handle this?" one of them asked.

"I’ll go myself."

Isaac said and looked at the doctor, "Please stay here to look after her. Contact me immediately if anything happens."

With that, he gave his contact details to the doctor.

The doctor was stunned, watching him leave the suite. He checked on Hannah, ensuring her body temperature was normal and she was sleeping soundly. The doctor was a bit relieved but then thought about what the man had said...

"Handle it?"

A bad premonition passed through his mind.

There shouldn’t be trouble, right?

The doctor felt anxious, hesitated, but still dialed Tim Payne’s number.

—

Meanwhile, Mr. Grant was loaded into a car, supposedly heading to the hospital.

His groin hurt terribly; any more delays might really ruin him.

"Damn, it’s too hot!"

He unbuttoned his collar, not daring to linger here.

If William Hale or the Payne Family found out, he would be done for. Best to make a quick escape.

He specifically requested a ride-share, but just as he got into the car, he noticed something was off. Before he could speak, his mouth was covered, and a chop to the neck knocked him out completely—