Foolish woman

Quickly, Alexander arrived at Isabella's home. As soon as he entered, he saw an elderly lady, with white hair, lying in bed.

She appeared to be around seventy, with a very frail figure. Especially her facial features, looking skeletal, with almost no flesh on her face.

At this moment, her eyes were tightly closed, her body curled up, trembling slightly.

Isabella was anxiously by her side, but other than shedding tears, there was nothing else she could do.

Seeing Alexander arrive, Isabella quickly stood up. She wiped the tears from the corner of her eyes, then forced a smile at Alexander.

"You're here? How do you think my grandmother's condition is? I don't want to see her in so much pain, but I also can't bear for her to leave me," Isabella choked as she spoke to Alexander.