Half an hour later, the hospital room door was pushed open. Brody Singer walked in with Isabelle Wood, who was only two years older than him.Back then, David Carrell, who had once saved Brody's life, had married her. Who would have thought that less than two years later, David would die in an accident?Today, Isabelle wore a fitted white silk dress. The corners of her eyes were slightly red, making her look like a fragile white flower that had just been drenched by the rain.Brody's hand hovered around the small of her back in an extremely inappropriate and possessive gesture. They looked just like a pair of star-crossed lovers who had just lost their child.Meanwhile, I, the one who had just come off the operating table, looked like an outsider.Brody spoke perfunctorily, and his gaze remained glued to Isabelle. "How are you feeling, Roxanne? Isabelle thought of David while picking out a cemetery plot today. She cried so hard she could barely breathe. I couldn't get away."If i
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