Chapter 178

In the private hospital room, Gabriella was left alone. Her eyes were dull and vacant. Izaak was always like that. He never explained things as if he expected Gabriella to correctly guess what was going on inside his complex head. Meanwhile, in another hospital, Trevor stood outside the door of a room with a slight frown. Tristan’s wounds were being treated inside, and with the injuries he got, it would be impossible to hide them from their mother. Within half an hour, Mrs. Cortes came running with a face reddened by fury. “What mess are you brothers up to now? Who did this to him? His wedding is tomorrow!” Trevor helped his mother to sit on a bench. “Mom, don’t worry. In this industry, injuries are inevitable.” He figured mentioning his brother’s ordeal with Izaak would only complicate things, so he kept quiet about it. “He’ll be fine," he assured her. "However, I’m afraid the wedding tomorrow will not be held as scheduled. We must inform our relatives and friends.” Mrs. Cortes was a