Twisted Ties of Love

Chapter 13

The first day was bearable, but as time went on, the pain became increasingly unbeatable

Izabella lay in bed drenched in cold sweat Her pale face looked almost transparent under the light

She had never felt time pass to slowly befom especially at night, sitting in the dark, it felt like time had stopped

She closed her eyes, her mind was foggy and durotiented Cancer patients are very weak, and the slightest misstep could cause a fever She touched her forehead and found that her temperature had indeed risen

Her eyes were dry and sore, and it hurt to keep them open, but she couldn’t sleep with them closed either. As time went on, Izabella’s mind became more and more sluggish, like a rusty machine becoming inflexible

She rubbed the blanket on her body and once again buried her head in it, curting up tightly it was strange–her body was covered with the blanket, but it still felt cold, and her toes were curled up from the chill

The pain in her stomach was unbearable, and even the nearby organs felt like they were being infected and rotting along with the stomach Izabella gritted her teeth in pain, making a creaking sound in her mouth.

At this point, Izabella was using all her strength to fight against her illness, unaware of the turmoil that was taking place outside

The Salotti Group faced its biggest crisis with falling shares, and Izabella’s disappearance left the entire company in disarray

Alan also experienced a recent setback when a property investment turned into a coal mine and the coal mountain collapsed

Even if he use the entire Salotti Group as compensation, it wouldn’t be enough. Izabella, once the daughter of the Salotti family, suddenly became the daughter of a criminal, and everyone online was cursing her

Alan’s court ruling was scheduled for 10 am Brett wanted to take Izabella to see her father sentenced to death. He thought that Izabella’s expression would be particularly fascinating Property © of NôvelDrama.Org.

Brett was in a good mood, driving with a smile on his face.

Brett went straight to the bedroom when he returned to the villa. The entire villa was silent, giving no indication that anyone else was there

Brett gently opened the door

The room was dim, with curtains blocking all the windows and keeping every bit of light out. Brett scanned the room, finally spotting Izabella curled up in one corner of the

bed

He turned on the light, and the slight noise made the woman on the bed tremble. Brett frowned, wondering what Izabella was doing How come she hadn’t reacted even after he came in?

“Izabella,” he said as he walked over and pulled the blanket off her Izabella, who had been in the room for nearly four days, looked pale and haggard. Her lips were blue, and she seemed as fragile as if she would break with a slight touch

Brett had never seen Izabella so weak, and his heart inexplicably trembled with a sharp pain.

“Get up, stop pretending to be dead” He touched her arm and found it as cold as ice

In a panic. Brett bent down and picked up the frail Izabella, who felt even lighter than three days ago. How could she lose so much weight?

The feeling of holding her in his arms was like holding a child – a little bony

The light outside was a bit dazzling Izabella’s beautiful eyes slowly lifted, and they were empty and lifeless.

She finally made it through

Izabella looked up at Brett’s chin, his thin lips, nose, and eyes, as her gaze scanned him bit by bit

The tears she had been holding back for three days fell out. Brett felt them and lowered his head to find Izabella’s tearful eyes looking straight at him.

In the past, when izabella looked at him with deep affection, Brett found it disgusting. Now, her eyes seemed to have lost their light, and he could no longer find that

affection

Brett’s heart felt like it had been struck by a heavy hammer, heavy and painful.

Izabella was severely dehydrated, and the pain of her illness made her look like a withered flower. She was too weak to speak. She struggled to say two words, “Where to?”

Brett had already carried her to the parking lot and replied, “To the hospital”

“I don’t want to go to the hospital she protested, having hated hospitals since childhood. To her, hospitals were the beginning of tragedy–her mother had died in one Moreover going to the hospital would expose her condition to Brett.

Brett looked at her coldly “You don’t want to go to the hospital, then do you want to die?”

I’m already dying (zabella coughed, pain tugging at her stomach. With tears in her eyes, she whispered “Let’s get a divorce

“You still want to divorce me?

Brett’s face was icy as a winter chill, his gaze menacing like countless knives

Izabella could not avoid it, she swallowed, and then said smoothly in a hoarse voice, “What else can I do? I can live without you, Brett. You were gone for four days, and I was still fine”

Brett pursed his lips, and instead of putting her in the back seat, he took her to the passenger side, holding Izabella with one arm while opening the car door with the other.

“Since you’re fine, let’s go somewhere else He was going to take her to the hospital, but now it seemed unnecessary, as she seemed quite lively

His movements were rough and careless, paying no attention to how Izabella felt Instead of putting her down gently, he almost threw her down. Izabella’s head hit the steering wheel directly and her head buzzed

Walking around the front of the car, Brett took the driver’s seat, slamming the door shut with great force, making the entire car shook

Izabella curled up in the seat. Her pale face looked very painful with a grim expression

Izabella had no idea where Brett was taking her. The car was speeding, and the view outside the window kept flashing by She had grown up in R City, so she knew the Greets well and watched the road signs as they flew by

-Was Brett taking her to the criminal courthouse?

What was he going to do there? Were they getting a divorce? But if they were getting divorced, they shouldn’t go straight to court, and how did their mantal issues involved in criminal?

Izabella’s mind was all over the place, unable to make heads or tails of the situation All the while, she stared at the foggy sky and the heavy clouds that seemed like they could collapse at any moment

To ensure Izabella had enough energy for whatever was about to happen, Brett parked the car at a breakfast joint. He didn’t forget to lock the car as he got out

With a bitter smile, Izabella knew she wouldn’t be able to run even if she tried. Brett, on the other hand, was very confident in her strength

She only snapped back to reality when Brett handed her a latte and told her to drink up. She took a sip, and the warmth of the cup spread all over her hands

She had to admit this was the best latte she’d ever had it was so cozy and fragrant

Tears welled up in her eyes, but Izabella cursed herself for getting emotional Had she forgotten what Brett had done to her? How could she let herself fall so low?

But it was Brett, the guy she’d liked for sixteen years. She couldn’t help it She’d always been weak when it came to him–he could just use a donut to win her affection–even after all these years

With her stomach full of chewed–up tissues, she felt sick even with a sip of coffee. The pain in her stomach made her retch

Brett, who was driving, glanced at her and sneered, “What’s wrong? Doesn’t it suit your tastes, Ms. Izabella?”

She clenched her teeth and forced herself to swallow the vomit that surged up her throat. Her mouth tasted sour, and she didn’t dare open it for fear of vomiting

The pain was unbearable, and Izabella had no choice but to lean back in her seat, her eyes closed and her lips pursed.

The coffee in her hand grew colder and colder. The one who really cared about her wouldn’t have asked about her coffee, they would have asked about her well being

Izabella pressed the cold coffee cup to her chest, but it couldn’t warm her up anymore.

Upon arriving at the courthouse, Brett parked the car in the underground parking lot.

Izabella reached for the car door and struggled to push it open, but in the end Brett opened the door for her and dragged her out of the car.

“Useless‘‘

Izabella didn’t respond.

Pleased with her docility, he took the coffee cup from her hand and threw it into a trash can.

As they entered the courthouse, they saw a crowd of spectators, lots of police cars, and even a few news vans Izabella felt increasingly uneasy.

Izabella’s legs had little strength, and Brett took her around the waist, seemingly intimately, but in reality, he thought she was walking too slow and was dragging her forward

Few people recognized her, and they whispered and pointed. One remark cut through the rest, ‘Her dad’s about to be sentenced to death, and she’s still all lovey–dovey with some guy Shameless!”

Izabella’s only strength was instantly drained from her body, and she was fainted, shivering as if she had a cramp in her calves.

She looked up at him stiffly, and he grinned coldly, his eyes filled with mockery.

“What are you bringing me here for?” Izabella gritted her teeth, already guessing the answer. But the mere thought of it sent shivers down her spine.

“Just go in and see for yourself. What are you so scared of?”

“I don’t want to go in! Brett, let me go! I want to go home!‘

Just moments ago, she had looked defeated and lifeless. Now, she was frantically struggling, her face twisted in fear, looking like a madwoman.

“You’ve guessed it, haven’t you, Izabella?” Brett tightened his grip on her, his smile growing more sarcastic. “If you’re already like this now, how are you going to handle what’s coming next?”