Twisted Ties of Love
Chapter 209

"Ah--" Izabella's voice was hoarse to the point of inaudibility, She opened her mouth, emitting fragmented sounds of fear from her throat.

Izabella looked at Brett's face, feeling as if her blood was flowing backwards. She wanted to struggle, to resist, to escape, but her body was too weak to move.

She had been lying there for 90 days. For Brett, her period of unconsciousness seemed unbearably long, but to Izabella, her terrifying ordeal seemed to have occurred only yesterday. She stared, eyes widened, tears streaming down her face. The blinding light in the room didn't even make her blink, her eyes reddened from crying.

"Help me, please don't..." Izabella's weak scream echoed in the empty hospital room, her hand gradually regaining strength, she used all her energy to slap the side of the bed. Izabella's voice sent chills down Brett's spine, he felt no warmth, and the pain in his heart deepened bit by bit.

He quickly pressed the call button on the wall, then firmly held Izabella's upper body and controlled her flailing hands. "Izabella, it's okay now, everything has passed. Don't be afraid, don't be afraid," Brett's eyes were so sore from the pain that he couldn't breathe steadily.

Seeing the man holding her, Izabella was even more frightened, her mind a blur, memories flooding into her brain like a barrage of photographs. "I don't want to, Brett, I was wrong, I shouldn't have lied to you, don't want to replace Kaley, you should just kill me, don't send me away. I'm sorry." Izabella, who had always been stubbornly impossible to admit her wrongs, was now like a child who had done something horrible, terrified of being discarded for her mistakes.

She kept apologizing, but she didn't know what she had done wrong. She must have done something wrong, otherwise why wouldn't Brett answer her calls for help? She was tied to the bed, tormented for an hour, from cold branding, to whipping, her collarbone pierced by a sharp weapon, the end of the weapon tied to a thin chain like a dog leash around her neck, her hands full of steel needles, fingernails cracked and flesh splattered, so much blood, so much pain.

In the extreme despair, Izabella was on the verge of breaking down. Hearing her voice, Brett was completely dumbfounded. He had thought about the situation when Izabella woke up, but he had not expected her to apologize to him.

"Izabella, I won't send you away. Don't apologize to me, you didn't do anything wrong." Brett repeated twice, his voice growing heavier each time, his heart bleeding.

Izabella's upper body was restrained by Brett, and she felt as if she was about to break. Her head was spinning, and she opened her mouth to say something, but she couldn't make a sound.

Her wounds had healed, but there were still mottled scars on her body and hands. Her fingernails, as the doctor had said, would never grow back. Her hands without fingernails looked hideously bare. Izabella looked at the man on top of her, trying to scratch him, but found her fingers lacked strength. Izabella's strength was no match for Brett's, and after being sick and sleeping for more than ninety days, she was physically weak and felt tired after a brief struggle.

Now, she felt as if a boulder was pressing on her chest, the feeling of suffocation returned. Perhaps it was the cancer cells in her stomach acting up, Izabella felt a wave of darkness before her eyes and suddenly retched.

There was only water in her stomach, and when she vomited, she tasted blood. Her once rosy lips now looked like they were painted with scarlet lipstick.

Her face was pale, and a touch of black and blue was looming between her brows. Izabella had been in a coma for several months. Brett had sought stomach cancer specialists from various hospitals, even inviting teams from abroad for her treatment. Because of the coma, even if symptoms appeared, they couldn't be detected, but fortunately, the cancer cells were controlled.

However, as soon as Izabella woke up, she vomited blood, her vitality was extremely weak. "Mr. Windham, please let her go, you're only making her condition worse!" In fact, Izabella was now like someone on a tight string, the tension increasing and cracks starting to appear.

The moment the doctor finished speaking, Brett felt the person in his arms go still. He quickly lowered his head, his heart clenched. Izabella closed her eyes.

"Quick, get her to the emergency room!"

The air was filled with a suffocating atmosphere. Watching Izabella being rushed into the emergency room again, Brett felt as if all his strength had been drained away, as if half of his soul had been scooped out.

For more than twenty years, Brett felt that his experiences were beyond his age. When facing emergencies, even if he couldn't come up with a perfect solution right away, he never panicked. Over the years, solving problems had become his habit.

He was sometimes overconfident, arrogant, but his status and identity gave him enough confidence. He never believed in karma, so he acted arrogantly without restraint. Only now did he realize that karma do exist. What went around came around, and betraying someone really brought retribution upon you.

This was what he deserved.

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