Blood Clot Isaac Mga Nobela at Kwento

I gasped, “Three weeks?! What the hell was wrong with me?!” Isaac started trying to soothe me, “It’s okay, love. They were able to fix it. You had a brain aneurism. It burst just as you got here to see the doctor. They were able to stop the bleeding and fix the aneurism through your carotid artery.” I sighed as Isaac continued, “If you hadn’t been here, in this hospital, when you passed out, you could have bled out and died. They called me and told me to get to the hospital, and I jumped out of bed and ran for the hospital.”

Theodore's eyes instantly darkened, and Clark hurriedly explained, "Ms. Jett, this punk tampered with your car, and when we found out, we brought him here." "Tampered? Isaac, what did you do?" Isaac turned pale as if he was about to faint. "Ms. Jett…" "Isaac! Isaac, what's wrong?" "Hey, punk. Stop pretending!" Clark began to panic. Willow glared at him. "Pretend? He's passed out! Hurry up and call an ambulance!"

"You're not…um…not supposed to bring weapons in." Do you think I fucking care? And you'd better make the whole goddamn thing believable, or you'll regret the fucking day you were born, got it?" He took in huge quantities of air and shook his head emphatically. With that settled, Isaac straightened his jacket, and they returned to the room. "What was all that about?" Damon demanded, frowning. "Were you discussing me? Isaac coughed. "I was telling Dr. Richard you're a crocodile and you have lots of teeth that you have to keep sharp."

“Clara said she’s insisting on continuing with the charity drive despite the heat.” Of course she was. Stubborn, determined Bianca, always pushing herself beyond her limits. Especially when she felt she had to prove something—or when she felt she was carrying a burden alone. Without hesitation, Isaac brushed past the servant and hurried through the palace corridors. His pregnant wife had nearly collapsed from heatstroke while he was sitting in his bedroom in the air conditioning, all to maintain some stupid facade for his brothers. What kind of man was he? What kind of father would he be?

Chapter 113 — One Heart "Hold on," I whispered, terror gripping me. The war might be won, but at what price? If Isaak fell, the triad shattered, and the child... our future... hung by a thread. Isaak's blood pooled beneath him in the mud, mixing with the rain that still fell in sheets. His chest heaved with shallow breaths, the spear protruding from just below his collarbone. The iron tip had pierced deep, nicking lung or heart, I couldn't tell. The bond between us screamed, a raw agony that twisted my insides, the elemental power flickering like a candle in wind.

"They haven't found out who the driver was." Isaac remembered that it was a young man who was relatively unscathed. He clearly saw him climbing out of his car before running away, and he was most likely afraid, possibly because he should not be driving. "Start a search, and reach the culprit before the cops do," he growled. "No killing, but make sure it's a lesson to be remembered. Also, summon the doctor who operated on Whitney Cox. I want to meet them." When he saw Whitney bleeding, he was basically convinced that she was pregnant with his child.

Then, she darted her sight through the cotton, two-piece attire he had changed into. After a good and hot bath, Isaac was looking more like the cute young wolf he was. And, thanks to the small gap in front of his teeth, each time he smiled, he looked really adorable and jolly. His eyes trained on the flames ahead, Isaac crossed his arms and continued, “I left our home in the Verano Pack months ago to join Clarissa here at The Crown-Blood Manor, but certain bandits attacked our ferry and took all the he-wolves captive. While it was uncertain where they took us, I know they almost sold us to a certain witch who wanted young men to satisfy her sexual needs.”