Isabella, rarely submissive, passionately embraced each other on the not-so-spacious hospital bed.

At this difficult-to-separate moment, there was a sudden knock on the ward's door, and a calm female voice came from outside.

"Andrew."

Andrew had heard this voice for over twenty years, incredibly familiar—it was his eldest sister, Layla.

Reluctantly leaving Isabella's lips, he said, "It's my sister. Do you want to meet her?"

At this point, Isabella's cheeks were flushed, breath uneven. She ...