Chapter 449 It's not your fault

In a dimly lit room, a woman hugged her knees as she curled up by the bed. It was unknown if it was due to fear or sadness, but her shoulders were shaking uncontrollably.

The cold spread to his limbs and bones, and the room was as cold as an icehouse.

Christian pushed the door and entered. Borrowing the light from the living room, his gaze focused on the skinny figure on the bed. His throat was extremely dry. He raised his hand to touch the switch on the wall, but was discovered by Isabella, who stopped him with a quiet voice, "Do not turn on the light."

He tried to loosen his grip, but it soon dropped to his side. He then closed the door behind him, entered through the dark, and turned on the air conditioner in the room.

With a "shout" sound, hot wind blew out very quickly.

The cold light of the air conditioner's display shone onto the mirror of the dressing table. Christian walked over and stood beside Isabella.