Resurrecting the Genius Within

Chapter 430 We Must Relocate unharmed areas.

Then, he laid the towel aside and re-fastened her clothes.

Isabelle, lying on the bed in a state of unconsciousness, unexpectedly whispered softly.

George glanced at her with astonishment and exclaimed, "Isabelle, are you awake?" She remained silent. George's sizable hand tenderly caressed her pallid cheek as he drew nearer, murmuring once more, "Isabelle, can you hear me?" Finished Her lips stirred slightly, and beneath his hopeful gaze, she murmured once more, "Storm Shadow..." The room fell into silence, and this time, the words were more distinct.

George's grip on her clothes tightened involuntarily.

He responded, "Isabelle, it's me. Can you hear me?" His tone softened, as he tried to awaken her gently.

" Whether she caught his voice or not remained uncertain, yet after a struggle, her heavy eyelids gradually parted, revealing a faint glimpse of awareness.

"Isabelle." George felt a rush of joy flooded his heart.

The tension that had been lingering in the atmosphere momentarily lifted.

"Storm Shadow..." she whispered in response to him.

Struggling, she extended her arm towards him, her feeble hand clutching weakly at his shirt, drawing him closer to her.

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However labelle objected stating they couldn't use the helicopter.

The heloopter was stationed on the rooftop, and there was no doubt Dark Shadow would interfere with it.

aving behind tools for their escape.

They might even detonate it as soon as they board.

This straightforward method of elimination was common knowledge among all members of Dark Shadow Isabelle couldn't endure the turbulence of a car in her current state, and George grew more anxious for ber well- being. However, lingering here posed the risk of imminent danger. If Dark Shadow discovered their whereabouts, it would mean certain death.

George reassured her. TII make preparations" A few minutes later, numerous identical cars scattered throughout the town, each venturing in distinct paths. Eventually, they all departed from the town, journeying towards undisclosed destinations.

Dark Shadow members quickly grasped the reality that they couldn't pursue these cars for the tbeing.

Twenty-four hours later....

Balance: 1 Coins 720 261 = 1 Pearls Chapter 430 We Must Pocate Finished Following a turbulent journey, Isabelle, freshly out of surgery, was promptly admitted to the intensive care unit upon arrival, unconscious.

As night descended, she began to run a high fever.

Outside the intensive care unit, George stood, his entire body tense, fearing the sudden appearance of Dark Shadow members.

His vigilant gaze scanned the passing doctors, nurses, patients, and family members, remaining alert.

Isabelle's fever persisted, raging for half a day before gradually casing, allowing her to regain consciousness for a brief two minutes.

Upon awakening, she urgently implored George to remove her from the hospital.

Her tone was resolute.

With no other option, George acquiesced, escorting her to a nearby mid-level hotel to evade detection.

He settled her onto the bed, secured the door, and closed the curtains.

Wary of attracting unwanted attention, George had his men abandon their positions. Faced with Dark Shadow, his men seemed utterly hollow.

At this moment, he found himself solely, with only Isabelle for company.

The curtains were firmly shut, casting a subdued glow within the room.

The delicate figure on the bed received intravenous fluids, yet her condition deteriorated further owing to her grave injuries and the rough journey. Following the surgery, she lapsed into an even deeper coma, with the fever resurfacing before the prior one had abated.

George hoped fervently that the administered drugs would yield spositive effect, but as he waited anxiously, the bottles emptied without any noticeable change.

Her condition showed no signs of improvement.

A knock echoed on the door, accompanied by the sounds of people passing through the hallway outside. The hotel was bustling with activity.

George cautiously cracked open the door, accepting two bottles of alcohol from the hotel staff before swiftly retreating back into the room, aware of the staff's curious gaze lingering on him.

George diluted the alcohol with warm water and carried it to the bedside.

Lifting the blanket, he tenderly grasped her arm, rolling up her sleeve to expose her bare skin. He wrung the towel to a semi-dry state, being careful to avoid the wound, and delicately wiped her arm.

Now, his only recourse was physical cooling.

After meticulously cleansing both of her arms, George proceeded to m unfasten her oversized hospital gown. He wiped her slender neck, chest. armpits, and abdomen.... 720 +236 Balance: 1 Coins = 1 Pearls 16:08 Sat, 6 Jul Chapter 430 We Must Relocate unharmed areas.

Then, he laid the towel aside and re-fastened her clothes.

Isabelle, lying on the bed in a state of unconsciousness, unexpectedly whispered softly.

George glanced at her with astonishment and exclaimed, “Isabelle, are you awake?"

She remained silent. George's sizable hand tenderly caressed her pallidh cheek as once er as he drew hearer, murmuring more, "Isabelle, can you hear me?" Finished Her lips stirred slightly, and beneath his hopeful gaze, she murmured once more, "Storm Shadow..." The room fell into silence, and this time, the words were more distinct.

George's grip on her clothes tightened involuntarily.

He responded, “Isabelle, it's me. Can you hear me?" His tone softened, as he tried to awaken her gently.

Whether she caught his voice or not remained uncertain, yet after a m struggle, her heavy eyelids gradually parted; revealing a faint glimpse of awareness. "Isabelle." George felt a rush of joy flooded his heart.

The tension that had been lingering in the atmosphere momentarily lifted.

"Storm Shadow..." she whispered in response to him.

Struggling, she extended her arm towards him, her feeble hand clutching weakly at his shirt, drawing him closer X to her.

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