56. Wilford

I hold her hand, wishing for her to wake up immediately but Jordan said that it will take some time for her to heal and I don’t want to rush her for that.

I am still watching over her when Henry arrives. His face is a mixture of anger and pain and when he sees Isabel in that condition, his expression crumbles.

“Who did this to her, Jared? Who is the bastard behind all this madness?” Henry asks in rising anger.

“I don’t who they are, the team could not get a lead of who they were chasing. Trust me, I feel frustrated to watch her lie helplessly on this bed.” I groan.

Henry pace up and down the room, he looks like he is thinking his nuts out to know if he could detect any leads but that is impossible, nobody knows about the masked men until Isabel wakes up, she is able to identify who her shooter is, it will be as easy as pie to figure out the rest of the puzzle.

“If I ever lay my hands in the bastard that did to her, I will make sure that he regrets it in his entire life .” Henry grits