The Understated Dragon Lord

Chapter 911 Not Heeding Good Advice

"Isla, are you telling me to shut up because I hit a nerve? You don't want me to talk about what happened that night?" Daniel was playing the role of a fortune teller, and he could clearly see that Isla was hiding something.

"You... you better shut your mouth! If you keep babbling nonsense, I'll have your mother-in-law sew it shut!"

Isla winced, clutching her stomach as she glared at Daniel.

Seeing Isla like this made Daniel chuckle.

"Isla, it looks like your stomach is really giving you a hard time. Do you want me to help you? I could just give you a shot, and your pain would go away in no time!"

"You think a shot from you could cure me? What a joke! Ha!"

With a cold laugh, Isla scoffed at him.

"With your countryside background and no medical license, what qualifies you to stick me with a needle? You know that's illegal, right? If you keep this up, you might end up in jail!"

After she said that, Isla's stomach suddenly twisted with pain again.

"Ow! Oh no! It hurts so much!"

Isla cried out in agony, beads of sweat forming on her forehead, dripping down like rain.

Just then, a sharp-dressed man in an Armani suit rushed over.

It was Isla's son-in-law, the successful businessman and owner of the Capital Hotel-Grant!

As soon as Grant approached and saw his mother-in-law in distress, he immediately asked, "Mom, what's wrong?"

"My stomach hurts!" Isla replied.

"Mom, let me help you sit on the couch for a while."

Grant supported Isla and guided her to the sofa.

Daniel, seeing the situation, chimed in with his good intentions.

"Isla, you really shouldn't sit right now. If you do, you'll only be able to sit on a hard bench because sitting on a soft couch will actually make worse. Once you settle on

your pain

that sofa, your pain is going to

increase tenfold-it'll hurt more than

giving birth!"

Vel

"Dumbass! You little scam artist! Don't come here with your nonsense! No matter how bad hurts, sitting is still better than standing!"

"Well, I warned you, Isla. If you want

to sit on that couch, that's your

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choice. But just know, the going to be all yours, not

As soon as Daniel finished his sentence, Isla plopped down on the couch.

The moment she sat down, she screamed again.

"Ow! Oh no!"

She immediately began rolling around on the couch, clutching her stomach like it was being twisted by knives.

The pain felt worse than childbirth; it was not something an ordinary person could endure.

"How are you feeling, Isla? You didn't listen to me, despite my warnings. Now you know what kind of pain you're in, don't you?"