Ethan and his mother were busy arguing with each other. He was feeling grateful that his mother had finally back in a full pledge of her true self but the consequences that come with her had caught him futilely off guard.
Eve’s reasoning was driving him to the edge that he couldn’t fathom how his mother ended up with this kind of conclusion. Her firm resolve about breaking the ties with the Smiths doesn’t make any sense to him. It was total nonsense for him.
Though he wanted to reason out that Izzabelle had played a big deal on every part of him, he couldn’t justify it to his mother’s face at the moment. It would only add salt to his injuries!
“Mom, you take some rest first. Dad is coming in few hours...” Ethan state
As seconds ticked to minutes and minutes ticked to hours, Ethan glanced at his wristwatch. He had calculated the exact time of his father’s arrival. It’s been two hours had passed and his mother kept on urging him to spill everything that happened between him and Izzabelle.As a pussy-whipped man, he giddily told his escapades with his girlfriend and a lot more. The part of their encounters that was unintentional was an exception. He didn't want to scare his mother about his hidden identity as Black thus he carefully chose the right words to use in telling the stories to his interested mother.“I didn’t know that my son would be this compassionate towards a woman...” Eve began to tease her son. She looked genuinely happy for him. Her smile glowed brightly like sunshine while listening to her so
“Dad, can you accompany mom for a moment? I’m just going out to talk with Izza...” Ethan spoke straightforwardly. His parents were aware of them and he hadn't had any reason to hide it from them that he wants to see his girlfriend. It was reasonable, to be honest!“Ethan Scott! How dare you leave me to this old man? I'm going to tell Izza to break up with you...” Eve hissed feigning an angry expression on her face. For some reason, she felt pleased mentioning Izza’s name to threaten her son. She found it amusing that Ethan was deeply wrapped in Izzabelle’s fingers!Ethan snorted, “...don’t be a ridiculous mother. Aren’t you the one who requested dad’s presence here?” He added teasingly making his mother blush in sheer embarrassment. He didn't want to bl
Ethan and Inzo took the different nearest exits of the hospital. They separated and looked at every possible place that Izzabelle could have gone to. The two had been roaming around not sparing any area looking all too desperate.“Sh*t!” Ethan began to curse endlessly. Had he been informed that his woman would be that emotional, he might have the idea of tying her in his waist so he could make sure that she was safe all the time.He had heard a lot about depressions. A lot of individuals were suffering from it. Most were women and there’s men too. What he recalled in his memories was making him shiver in pure fear. Those women who were diagnosed in that emotional wreck would jump off their ass on high buildings or worst cut their wrists. T
Izzabelle managed to sneak out of the mansion premises using her superbike. Her title as The Shadow matched her character very well. It was pretty impressive! When Inzo ran to his ward to have a check on Marcaila, she went to the botanical garden to fix her scattered emotions. Her mother's words and Eve’s words were sinking into her head repeatedly. Right there and then she felt extremely depressed. Her heart was freakingly bleeding. Those words were like sharp knives slicing every part of her insides. The wild knots of her depressions which she manage to tame during her training was back to their original places trying to smash every confidence she had tried to compiled. The loss of her family members did hurt her big deal as well as Ethan’s disappea
A few minutes later...Izzabelle was forthwith in the corner of the arena after her immediate registration. She was still wearing her black rider suit with a black cloak covering her eyes. Her hair was tied up into a tight bun under her hood. She looked all too mysterious just like her codename had stated in silence.She stretched out her arms and limbs lazily like she was just doing a morning routine exercise with her feet covered in her black combat shoes. She jumped up lightly a few times and twisted her neck obtaining loud cracks of her nape.Her clenching veins started to heat up. Her blood extremely boils in so much excitement! Her adrenaline rush kicked in. Her heart hammered violently inside her chest. She was ready! Freakingly ready to achieve her o
“Ouch...” Izzabelle couldn't help but winced slightly in pain as the female nurse put a hard push of her cotton balls into her wound. She glared at the female nurse snappily then, like it was the latter’s fault that she got wounded. “S-sorry...” the female nurse mumbled apologetically and proceeded to clean her patient’s wounded arm. She seemed to be scared when her eyes happened to meet Izzabelle’s frosty hazel pair.Earlier when she finished her first match. She felt utterly dissatisfied with the outcome that she just won the round without even having any scratch or sweat. She swept her hazel eyes around the arena trying to find someone who could satisfy her intense craving for a fierce fight while her dagger was rolling up and down on her hand.
That's how she ended up in the small clinic which is currently employing an arrogant and annoying nurse.“Do you always treat your walk-in patients without respect?” Izzabelle glared at the female nurse as she questioned. In her careful calculation, the latter must be a few years younger than her. How dare this woman disrespect her?“What? Do you want some respect from me? You must be fucking dreaming... You're just a mere wounded woman who happens to pass by. Who knows if you were a runaway criminal?” the nurse continues to mock her while damping rudely at her long wound with some more betadine ointment.Izzabelle’s gaze turned sharper as she heard the nurse’s annoying and disrespectful remarks! How dare she looked at her
“Please... Please don't...” The female nurse started to tremble in fear while standing behind the male doctor. She seemed to be under some kind of possession that she could able to shift her moods in just a few batts of her eyelash! Seeing her arrogant employer being stabbed in the middle of his hand, and thinking that it was strongly glued in the table, her demeanor began to show a sheer panic and horrified expression on her not-so-beautiful face. Her smugness had vanished into thin air! “Please..? Did you just begged?” Izzabelle chuckled humorously as she was amused at the nurse's shifting behavior. “I begged to have my wound stitched, right? But you declined me... Why is that? Was it because I looked like a low-level person in your eyes?” She taunted amusingly.