Naughty Girl Owns Hot Daddy
Chapter 118
"Take me off! Do you forget, I am your Lady" cried Ismika who tried to rebel as Riyadh's men held her body.
The one who became the head of them spoke while grinning. "Yell as you please, Madam. No one will help you now. Oh yes, have you forgotten that we have the task of detaining you, directly from Mr Riyadh? So, no one can help you now" he replied.
Ismika grew increasingly upset at the man's answer. He screamed for them to let go.
"Take me off, let go!!!"
The tall man ordered his men to put the woman in their car.
"Let's go home, Miss Ismika. Because your new comfortable Inn is waiting for you. No AC will cool your body. There is no television that can accompany your silence and there will be no more Mr. Riyadh who always troubles your life" the Man said with a sly grin.
"You guys are such a bitch!!!" shouted again.
After successfully entering Ismika's body into the car, they immediately drove their car to the airport. They will bring Ismika back to their country that very day.
Meanwhile.
With quick steps, Dian walked down the hallways of the Hospital. With a Bodyguard who leads him to the room where Joe is being treated.
"How is he doing? Is she okay?" dian asked the Bodyguard who was walking in front of him.
"You'd better see for yourself, Lady Dian," replied the Bodyguard.
Marissa and Marcello followed Dian and the Bodyguard from behind. Marcello leads Marissa and forbids the woman from walking quickly.
"Cha, is this how I feel or is it true that your mother has other feelings for Joe?" marcello said with a serious face looking at Marissa who was walking beside him.
Marissa bent her face while returning Marcello's gaze back then. He did not accept Marcello's suspicions at the time.
"Why are you talking like that, Dad? I think the anxiety felt by Mother is still at the limit. You feel like what happened to Om Joe is because of him."
Marcello chuckled at Marissa's expression as she said that. "Oh my goodness, dear Icha. I'm just saying what's on my mind. It's right or wrong, it's none of my business, '" he replied, slowly shaking Marissa's head.
"Hhhhh!"
Finally they arrived at the front of the room, where Joe was being treated. Just then, a Doctor who was treating Joe had just walked out of the room.
Marcello immediately approached the doctor and asked how Joe was doing at this time.
"Doctor, how is he? He's fine, isn't he?" marcello asked with a serious face looking at the Doctor.
Hearing the Doctor's answer that Joe needed a blood transfusion, Dian immediately approached them.
"Doctor, I want to donate my blood to Mr. Joe. I spoke to him once and he said, Our blood types are the same" Dian said with great enthusiasm.
"Alright then Madam. But to be more sure, You can check Your blood type and health first before donating Your blood," replied the Doctor.
"Okay, Doc!"
Marissa, who had always been a good listener, knitted her eyebrows when she heard her mother's words. He let go of Marcello's hand which had been holding tightly to his hand and then approached Dian.
"Are you seriously donating blood to Mr Joe?" marissa asked with a serious look at her mother.
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"Yes, I'm sure," answered Dian steadily.
Marissa was still in disbelief because the woman did not dare with the name of a syringe. Never mind donating blood, when he was sick, Dian did not dare to be injected.
"Sure, you're not gonna faint?"
"Marysa!?"
"Yes, okay. It's up to you, but if you pass out, Marissa won't know, yeah!"
"Mom should be brave, Cha. This is for Mr. Joe's recovery. He saved Mom's life so it's time for Mom to repay Mr. Joe. Although this is nothing compared to the sacrifice he made for Mom," said Dian.
Marissa smiled then hugged Dian's body tightly. "Mother's right. Passion, Mom! Marissa supports Mom."
While Dian checked his health, Marissa and Marcello chose to wait in front of Joe's room.
"May Joe get well soon, Dad. Honestly, I was actually very worried about her condition, but I didn't want to show it in front of Mom. I don't want to make you more anxious" Marissa said, leaning her head against Marcello's shoulders.
Marcello rubbed Marissa's cheek gently while smiling wryly. "Don't I tell you two a bullet won't make a Joe give up, Cha. He is the strongest man I have ever known in my life" answered Marcello.
"Hopefully yes, Dad."
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