This woman, in her moment of weakness, struck him right in the heart.
It was as if the real Isabella Lindsey had been shot, appearing so frail and helpless.
"...You...help me..."
Louisa Foster feared she would suddenly die like Waldor Jones, frantically using all her strength to crawl to his side, clutching his leg, signaling with her eyes her arm's unstoppable bleeding, "Help...help me..."
"Get lost—"
Before finishing his sentence, Edbert Walker lowered his gaze, seeing her face identical to Isabella Lindsey's, weak and pitiful.
Suddenly, he couldn't bear it, and instead of kicking her aside, he comforted her, saying, "You won't die."
Louisa Foster, as if she had taken a heart-stabilizing pill, fell to the ground, her head resting in the dirt, her hair disheveled, eyes staring fixedly at Julian Johnsons in the car, handsome and divine-like.
How moving!
Yet, those captivating eyes never spared her a glance, even now, as she was injured and bleeding...
