Chapter 374 It Will Definitely Cause a Great Shock
"Wilford, let's find a place to talk, just the two of us," Isabella said, looking at Wilford.
Wilford was stunned.
He didn't understand what he and Isabella could possibly have to talk about.
"Let's go to that café over there."
Isabella pointed in a direction, signaling with her eyes for Reid and Domingo to stay put and wait for her, then headed straight toward the café.
Wilford was confused but had no choice but to follow with a cold expression, while instructing his people not to come along.
Once seated in the café, Isabella looked at Wilford and said bluntly, "Wilford, Delmar ended up that way because he offended me first. He got what he deserved."
Hearing this, Wilford immediately felt displeased.
Just as he was about to say something, he heard Isabella continue, "I can cure Delmar, but first, I need to know what dirt you have on Garth."
At these words, Wilford's pupils contracted slightly.
"What dirt? What are you talking about? I don't understand."
"Delmar said it himself—that the Puckett family has evidence of Garth's past attack on the Powell family."
Wilford clenched his palms and gritted his teeth.
That idiot Delmar, blabbing about everything!
But even so, Wilford insisted, "There's no such thing! What dirt, what evidence—it's all Delmar's nonsense. The Puckett family has no dealings with Garth. As for whether Garth did such things, I have no idea."
"In that case, forget it." Isabella showed a somewhat disappointed expression. "Then let Delmar stay mentally disabled forever."
Isabella stood up and walked straight out.
"You...!" Wilford shot up, staring at Isabella's back with anger flashing across his face. "You really think I have time to play games with you?"
His patience exhausted, he raised his hand and struck through the air with his palm, sending a powerful force directly at the back of Isabella's head.
But just when he thought Isabella would surely be hit, he saw her "body" dissolve into ashes.
Wilford froze.
Behind him came Isabella's ethereal voice: "Wilford, what are you doing? Why are you striking at thin air?"
Wilford was shocked and whipped around to see Isabella still sitting across from him!
"You dare trick me?"
Now Wilford was truly furious. He glared at Isabella angrily and raised his hand, five fingers reaching to grab her throat.
Hypnotists were always physically weak.
If they couldn't use hypnosis, they couldn't even beat ordinary people.
But the next second, Wilford's expression changed.
Isabella caught his strike with her bare hand.
The moment Isabella grabbed his wrist, Wilford felt a clash of Inner Energy.
Wilford's face changed. "You..."
He looked at Isabella in disbelief. "You're also an ancient martial arts professional?"
"Good that you know." Isabella pushed his hand away. "So you only have two choices: either share with me whatever dirt you have on Garth, or watch your son become permanently disabled."
The implication was clear—no one in the Puckett family would be her match.
Wilford could hardly believe it.
How was this possible?
How could Isabella be both a hypnotist and an ancient martial arts professional? So far, the only person he knew who practiced both ancient martial arts and hypnosis was Gwyneth, and even that was just a rumor—he'd never seen it himself.
But in that brief exchange just now, he had clearly felt the abundant inner energy within Isabella's body, which despite her young age was no less than his own.
Wilford stared at Isabella blankly, unable to process it.
"Think it over carefully."
Isabella stood up to leave, this time really intending to go.
"Fine!"
Wilford looked at Isabella's back, took a deep breath, and made his decision. "As long as you restore my son completely, I can give you what you want."
Isabella's steps paused slightly.
Without turning back, she said, "Tomorrow night, I'll come."
After Isabella left, Wilford still stared in her direction, unable to snap out of what had just happened.
Could it all have been his hallucination?
Dual practice of hypnosis and ancient martial arts...
If the other noble families learned this news, it would surely cause an enormous stir.
They would go crazy competing to have Isabella join their families. They'd probably have no problem making her an elder directly.
——
Leaving the café, Isabella went with Reid and Domingo to the hospital Calista had mentioned on the phone.
They found Kennedy's hospital room.
Pushing open the door, Isabella's pupils dilated in shock.
Half of Kennedy's face was nearly disfigured from that slap, her skin swollen high and a horrifying purple-blue color.
A patch of scalp had been torn from her head, the wound extremely disturbing.
There was hardly a spot on her body that wasn't injured. She was covered with all kinds of tubes, her knee in a cast, injured areas wrapped in gauze that was seeping blood.
If not for the name "Kennedy" written at the head of the bed, Isabella might not have recognized this was Kennedy.
Isabella took a deep breath and walked over.
Kennedy was awake, with one eye open, though the other was too swollen to open.
"Who beat you up like this?" Domingo couldn't hold it in.
He never imagined he'd see such a scene at the hospital. His eyes even reddened a bit, probably because he always viewed girls as a vulnerable group needing protection. Now seeing Kennedy beaten like this, he felt both angry and heartbroken.
Reid also stiffened slightly at the sight.
Kennedy looked at Isabella with her one eye and struggled to open her mouth. "Isabella..."
Seeing how just opening her mouth pulled at the wounds on her face, Isabella frowned tightly. "No rush, don't talk yet."
After saying this, Isabella took a deep breath and clenched her palms.
She felt anger surging in her chest.
She suppressed it, sat down, took an apple from the fruit bag and started peeling it, waiting for Kennedy's mother to arrive.
Domingo gritted his teeth. "It must have been Garth."
Domingo had some understanding of the Hope family's situation.
Besides Garth, he couldn't think of who else could be so ruthless to Kennedy.
Isabella naturally wasn't peeling the apple for Kennedy to eat—given Kennedy's condition, she probably couldn't eat anyway. Isabella bit into the apple herself, munching on it while staring blankly out the window, saying nothing.
Soon, Calista returned.
She had gone downstairs to buy food and was carrying it in her hands.
Seeing people in the room wearing Radiant University uniforms, Calista immediately understood. "Are you Kennedy's classmates? I'm Kennedy's mother, Calista."