Chapter 46: Help Me


    Isabe left the director''s office as she didn''t want to think about what happened afterward in the


    hospital.


    Since Dennis was here, and Morgan had already put pressure on him, she believed he could handle it


    well.


    Thinking of that, Isabe couldn''t help but sigh at the fact that capitalism sometimes worked wonders.


    After contemting for a while, Isabe decided to give Noel a call.


    "Hey, you don''t have to look for the footage for me anymore.The hospital took care of it already."


    As soon as Noel picked up the call, Isabe informed her about the situation.


    At the same time, she felt lucky that her hospital wasn''t under Noel''s jurisdiction, otherwise, she would


    have found out what actually happened.


    "Oh? That''s efficient! I just got the footage too, and you were right."


    Noel was watching the footage while she replied to her friend.


    "Yup! Now that there''s evidence and the culprits admitted their mistakes, there''s nothing left for me to


    do.When are you free? I''ll make you some pie!"


    Isabe blinked her eyes and couldn''t help but sigh silently, because Maxwell''s efficiency was no joke.


    "Come over this weekend! It''s my day off.I want to introduce you to someone too!"


    Noel paused for a moment before saying it mysteriously.


    When Isabe heard that, she couldn''t help but inquire curiously, "Wait, are you finally introducing me


    to your mysterious boyfriend?"


    "What?! No! I have a pretty good friend, and he''s single, so I want to introduce him to you!"


    Noel pretended to be angry when she heard that question.


    "Then forget it, I''m noting,"


    Isabe refused curtly.


    Even if she had ten times the courage, she wouldn''t dare to go on any blind date.


    If Maxwell knew about it, her life would be miserable.


    "No, wait! I was joking.Juste to my house this weekend."


    When Noel heard Isabe''s refusal, she immediately took back her words.


    "Alright.I''ll call you then."


    Isabe nodded and hung up the phone.


    When Maxwell''s driver saw Isabeing out of the hospital, he drove the car to the main entrance.


    Even though the traffic was heavy at the entrance, fortunately, the car he drove wasn''t too eye-


    catching, so no one paid special attention.


    "Drop me at Raffles.I wanna get something."


    Isabe requested as she didn''t waste the opportunity to use her avable resources.


    In response, the driver nodded his head and started the car immediately.


    When they arrived at the destination, Isabe didn''t expect the driver to follow her, so she was


    speechless...


    Although Maxwell''s worry wasn''t unreasonable, this was a bit too much.


    Others might find it strange if they saw someone following her around like a bodyguard...


    "You don''t have to worry, madam.I won''t get too close.I''m just here to keep you safe, and I''ll keep my


    distance."


    The driver seemed to read Isabe''s mind, so he exined quickly.


    When she heard his exnation, Isabe nodded awkwardly and replied, "Alright, sure.Thanks."


    She didn''t want Maxwell to pester her for the shirt when she got home, so Isabe decided toe


    and get one for him.


    However, Isabe remembered how expensive his clothes were, and they seemed they were custom-


    made by a special designer.


    Even though she couldn''t afford them, she bit the bullet and went into some of the luxury stores she


    never used to enter.


    After visiting a few stores, she found a grey shirt that she liked most.


    However, that shirt had exceeded her expectations by a sky-high price.


    Moreover, the promoter kept on rmending a tie that would go really well with the shirt, putting


    Isabe in an ufortable position.


    When she walked out of the store with a paper bag, she felt like she had spent her whole fortune.


    This was too much...


    She had used up a months’ sry to buy this shirt.


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    Isabe went home early, leaving Tyler a little surprised.


    It seemed he didn''t know about Maxwell''s injury yet.


    Initially, she wanted to ask Tyler to pass the shirt to Maxwell, but after thinking about it, she thought it


    was better to give it to him by herself.


    With that in mind, Isabe carried the bag upstairs.


    She wanted to read a book for a while but identally fell asleep.


    It was already dark outside when she woke up.


    Looking at the time, Isabe thought Maxwell should be on the way home by now.


    When she recalled what had happened today, Isabe hurried downstairs.


    "Tyler, do we have pork livers in the fridge?"


    Isabe asked anxiously while looking at Tyler, who was assigning maids to clean the house.


    Hearing Isabe''s question, he was a little confused, "What do you need the livers for? I think there are


    some in the kitchen."


    Taken aback by his question, she didn''t know whether she should tell him about Maxwell''s injury, so


    she simply answered that she was craving it.


    In an instant, Tyler wanted to ask the chefs to prepare it for her, but Isabe quickly refused, "It''s okay.I


    can do it myself.I just want to have some porridge with pork livers."


    Since Isabe insisted on making it herself, Tyler didn''t stop her, but he was confused.


    Morgan was the one who asked them to order livers because Maxwell was injured, but why was


    Isabe the one who suddenly wanted to eat it? When Maxwell came back, Isabe was still cooking in


    the kitchen.


    Tyler informed Maxwell about it and nced at Maxwell''s arm with a distressed expression.


    "Don''t tell Madam Sharp I got injured," Maxwell instructed.


    Tyler nodded fervently in response.


    He never intended to inform her either because she had a weak heart.


    If he told her about it, she might not be able to take the news well.


    Isabe walked out of the kitchen to check if Maxwell had returned when she saw him sitting at the


    dining table with maids beside him.


    He definitely looked like a king sitting on his throne.


    "Oh? You''re back? Let''s eat then."


    Isabe looked at Maxwell and muttered to herself.


    Soon, the maids served various dishes on the table.


    When he saw all of the food, he couldn''t help but frown.


    There was liver porridge, boiled livers, and all kinds of dishes with pork livers in it.


    "What''s all this?"


    Maxwell questioned.


    "Er...it''s good for your body,’ Isabe whispered, thinking that Tyler hadn''t known about Maxwell''s


    injury..


    Maxwell was baffled at Isabe being all mysterious.


    Did she have to go to this length to make sure he healed? He found her amusing.


    Tyler now knew why Isabe requested livers.


    She must have thought they didn''t know about Maxwell''s injury.


    With that thought in mind, Tyler came up with a clever response, "Madam, I didn''t know you like livers


    so much! I''ll get someone to send more tomorrow."


    Hearing Tyler''s words, Isabe nodded and replied, "Okay.Sure.It''s nice to have some livers in this cold


    weather."


    Looking at Maxwell''s darkened face, Tyler forced a smile.


    "Chop chop.I didn''t add any salt or oil."


    Isabe pushed the bowl in front of Maxwell and uttered softly.


    It wouldn''t be good if there was a scar on his arm.


    "Pfft...Why does it matter if I''m a man with scars?"


    Maxwell sneered at that, but truthfully, he wouldn''t feelfortable if he had a scar on his arm.


    Isabe intentionally filtered out the words she didn''t want to hear.


    She left the soup with him, walked over to her seat, and started digging in.


    Otherwise, they might start doubting her.


    Even though she was not a fan for livers, she forced herself to finish it to look convincing...


    The two of them ate quietly at the dining table, and Tyler appreciated that.


    After the two of them finished eating and went upstairs, Tyler followed them behind.


    "Help me wash up."


    His cold voice was calm as the sea waves, but it could easily make anyone flush when it was said out


    loud.


    Hearing that, Tyler covered his ears and was instantly amazed by Maxwell''s cleverness in taking


    advantage of the situation.


    Isabe, on the other hand, flushed crimson.Wasn''t this man being too greedy?


    "Do it yourself! Or let Tyler help you," Isabe whispered.


    Maxwell eyed her sideways and questioned, "Do you want Grandma to know I''m injured?"


    If Tyler knew about it, that meant Madam Sharp would find out soon too.


    "Besides, who did I get hurt for?"


    Isabe was stunned at his reply.


    She was anxious, realizing she couldn''t rebut.


    Did she ask him to save her? He made her look like she was being ungrateful to him.


    "Hurry up."


    Without waiting for Isabe toe back to her senses, Maxwell blurted two words and left.


    After stomping her feet on the ground in irritation, she turned around and returned to her bedroom.


    When she came out, she was holding a brand new shirt that she had washed.


    Meanwhile, Tyler had already been sent away by Maxwell.


    Thetter couldn''t help but sigh at the former, who waspletely oblivious to the situation and


    continued to follow him around.


    When Isabe arrived in Maxwell''s bedroom, the door was left ajar.


    After knocking on the door and entering the room, she noticed he was standing by the windows, gazing


    out with a distant look in his eyes.


    "Erm...Why don''t you just skip the shower for a few days until your stitches are removed?"


    Isabe cleared her throat and looked at him awkwardly.


    "Why don''t you try it?"


    Maxwell nced at Isabe and questioned.


    When he saw the shirt in her hand, his eyes flickered, then he proceeded to walk towards the


    bathroom.


    Isabe got angry at his response.


    Why was he being so rude? Thinking of that, she kept reminding herself that he was her lifesaver! He


    got injured by saving her! After leaving his shirt at the corner of the bed, she followed Maxwell into the


    bathroom.


    The bathroom was huge, and it was way bigger than the ce she used to live in alone.


    It was simply luxurious.


    "Your clothes..."


    Isabe looked at him ufortably.


    Maxwell nodded and waved his hand, indicating for her to take off his clothes.


    Isabe immediately understood what he wanted.


    If she didn''te over to help him take off his clothes, it might tear the wound.


    Somewhat helpless, Isabe went forward and helped him take off his coat.


    She was rtively calm when taking off his coat, but when she started unbuttoning his shirt, her hands


    trembled fervently.


    She keptforting herself silently, but she was still flustered.


    While she lowered her head and struggled with the buttons, Maxwell lowered his eyes and watched


    her.


    The distance between them was so close that he could feel her nervousness.


    She was so soft.


    When Isabe finally took off his shirt, Maxwell seemedpletely fine, but her back was almost


    soaked with sweat.


    She had never thought she was able to sweat so much.


    She silently cursed the temperature in the bathroom for being too warm, but on the surface, she pursed


    her lips and tried her best to not speak and not let her eyes roam around.