Twisted Ties of Love
Chapter 247

Izabella was a little breathless from the kiss, patting his shoulder constantly, her face flushed, gasping with her mouth open and glistening teardrops on her eyelashes. "Izabella, say you love me and will never leave me." Brett held her face, his gaze passionate and urgent, his deep voice full of seduction.

"What's wrong with you?" Izabella was puzzled by his actions.

Brett realized that he couldn't live without Izabella, fearing she'd leave, scared she'd become the cold-eyed woman from months ago.

Brett carried her in his arms to the sofa, he knelt down, resting his head on her thighs, like a wounded dog.

"Bella, I'm afraid you'll leave me. Can you promise me you'll never leave me for the rest of our lives, even if you really remember the past?" What exactly happened in the past that made Brett so concerned and frightened?

But since they hadn't divorced, that should mean their relationship hadn't reached an irreparable stage. Izabella ruffled his soft hair, "I promise you, as long as you're good to me in the future, I won't leave you." "I'll be good to you. I'll definitely be good to you."

Brett was behaving strangely, and Izabella wanted to ask more questions, but Brett kissed her lips again. Her words were only a psychological comfort for Brett; he didn't want Izabella to remember anything.

That past was so painful even he, the attacker, couldn't accept it, let alone Izabella.

He called the hypnotist from R City that day, asking him to be a personal hypnotist.

Izabella typically only took one pill at night, but it had increased to two.

The hypnotist arrived the next day and introduced himself as her psychologist, making sure Izabella never knew the word "hypnosis." Several rooms in the villa were available, and Brett instructed the housekeeper to prepare one right away so the hypnotist could move in. Izabella remained oblivious until she saw Tiara tidying up a guest room on the first floor, "Tiara, is someone coming?"

"Yes, the family doctor. Didn't President Windham tell you?"

Izabella was stunned, and at this moment, Brett came over to hug her, "What's going on?"

"Tiara said you hired a family doctor. How come you didn't tell me?"

Brett replied, "I only informed them this morning, so I forgot to tell you."

"Why did you suddenly hire a family doctor?" Izabella turned to ask him. Since yesterday, Brett had been acting weird. This morning, he didn't even eat breakfast and told Tiara to prepare a room, saying that a family doctor would be coming.

Brett explained, "First of all, we've always had a family doctor, not just hired one now. I noticed that you're running out of the medicine you're taking, and I didn't want you to go to the hospital for a checkup. So, I thought it'd be better to have the doctor come to the villa instead, in the hopes of improving your health and possibly reducing your medication."

Brett's response was reasonable, and even if Izabella didn't notice anything off, she couldn't refute it. Moreover, she had been wanting to reduce her medication, with the ultimate goal of not having to take any at all.

The hypnotist, named Stevenson Bagot, was a schoolmate of Brett's. They studied different majors and met each other by chance.

Having someone familiar to conduct hypnosis on Izabella would be much more convenient. Plus, Brett trusted Stevenson's character; he knew that he wouldn't talk too much or meddle in other people's business.

At 11:40 am, Stevenson arrived by taxi. Knowing that he would be staying here for a while, he brought his luggage. Brett had already instructed the housekeeper to prepare the toiletries and other things for him.

Stevenson arrived just in time for lunch. Business matters were not discussed during the meal. After lunch, he followed Brett into the living room.

"What would you like to drink?" Brett asked.

Stevenson had been tense during the journey and found it hard to enjoy his lunch. Considering the change of seasons, his throat was a bit hoarse. Clearing his throat and coughing twice, he asked, "Do you have any tea?"

"Yes."

"Then I'll have a cup of tea."

Brett ordered the housekeeper to make tea.

As they sat face to face, Brett had a steaming cup of aromatic coffee in front of him, while Stevenson's glass was filled with tea.

They began discussing the matter at hand. "You sent me a hurried message last night asking me to come over. What happened? How did your wife suddenly have temporary memory loss? Did you do something to provoke her?"

Stevenson asked three questions in a row. Brett was too embarrassed to mention that he had knelt on the floor to pick up the remote, so he briefly described the events of yesterday afternoon to Stevenson. "It was an unintentional flashback for her, and she herself couldn't tell if the images left in her head were real or not."

"That's normal."

As Brett talked about these things, he felt incredibly weighed down, as if he was under tremendous pressure - his heart was even aching.

"So, will this sort of thing happen again in the future, and then she'll remember everything?"

"I can't rule out that possibility." Stevenson said, "I warned you before when we were in the hospital that hypnosis isn't a long-term solution. The temporary memory loss will gradually be recalled; it's just a matter of time."

Sensing Brett's anxiety, Stevenson reassured him, "But don't worry too much. Now that I'm here, things should be better."

Brett asked again, "Can we increase the dosage of the medicine at night?"

"No! You can only take one pill a day, absolutely not more!" Stevenson replied sternly, "You know the situation with your wife - those five injections of medicine she received have stayed in her brain, causing great damage. Now she's taking this medicine, and you still want to increase the dosage? Are you trying to wreck her brain? If you hadn't insisted, I wouldn't have prescribed that medicine in the first place." Panicking, Brett thought, will a higher dosage actually make her stupid? He had given Izabella two pills yesterday, would that have any consequences? Brett didn't dare to ask more.

Stevenson saw Brett's furrowed brows and knew that he was very anxious. However, being anxious wasn't the solution.

"Actually, I'm a bit curious. Why do you insist on making your wife lose her memory?"

Initially, when Brett asked Stevenson to perform hypnosis on Izabella, Stevenson understood because at that time, she was in a terrible mental state due to the trauma she experienced. Hypnosis seemed to be the most effective method.

However, Izabella's mental state had improved significantly. So, why was she still taking medication that suppressed her memory? Why was Brett forcing her to lose her memory?

Brett didn't really want to tell Stevenson the whole story of what happened with Izabella, but it was essential for a doctor to understand their patient's situation.

"She'll definitely divorce me as soon as she remembers."

"Are you that sure?" Stevenson became increasingly curious about what happened to Izabella. Previously, he could find her name on the internet and see information about her tragic past and the divorce lawsuit with Brett.

However, later on, all the gossip about Izabella was completely erased from the internet - obviously, it was Brett's doing.

Brett forced a smile, "You know about the injuries on her body, right?"

Stevenson nodded. When he had hypnotized Izabella, her primary doctor briefly mentioned some information to him. Just a few words were enough to stun him.

Her body was covered in injuries - just the 10 fingers alone were horrifying, let alone the wounds hidden by clothing.

"It's all my fault. I'm the one who caused all of it. So, do you think she would ever forgive me after waking up? Especially since we had already divorced before her accident."

Upon hearing the last part, Stevenson was utterly shocked.

"You two are already divorced?" Stevenson's mouth hung open in amazement. His pupils widened as he sensed some juicy, unknown gossip.

"Yeah, she filed for it."

"I see." After all, the divorce lawsuit was such a big deal that it even made it to the trending topics. Brett went through so much effort to make Izabella lose the case; no wonder he was against the divorce. Brett glared at him coldly, his eyes filled with a murderous warning, as if to say that he would kill Stevenson if he dared to divulge any of this.

"Don't worry, my lips are sealed."

What Brett was doing was despicable - locking his ex-wife in the house and feeding her memory-loss-inducing drugs every day. If this were judged by the law, he would be sentenced to life imprisonment without a doubt.

Brett glanced at his watch, half an hour had gone by, the ice in his coffee had already melted. He picked up the cup and took a sip, the taste of sugar-free black coffee was bitter till the end, but it was followed by a faint mellow aroma.

"Anyway, you think hard about the treatment plan. We can't let Izabella regain her memory."

"I'll do my best."

Brett trusted Stevenson's character 100% and he knew Stevenson wouldn't talk too much. Brett handed him the prepared check.

Stevenson took a look at the amount, raised his eyebrows in surprise, and then put it away.

Izabella knew they were talking about work and didn't bother, quietly playing with the cat in the living room. The little kitten was nestled comfortably in her arms.

"Niki, my little sweetheart." Izabella held the kitten, feeling her heart would melt.

How could such adorable creatures exist in this world?

Brett and Stevenson came out and heard Izabella's words, they both looked at her.

Izabella felt a little embarrassed and awkwardly put the kitten back on the sofa, asking, "What were you guys talking about in there? Why did it take so long?" Brett replied, "Discussing your condition."

Hearing they were discussing her illness, Izabella's expression instantly turned serious: "What's wrong with my illness? Has it gotten worse?" Stevenson quickly explained, "No, you're in a great condition. I'm going to give you some psychological counseling in the next couple of days."

"I'm okay with counseling, but can I not take the medicine?"

"No, you have to take your medication," Stevenson answered with a smile.

Izabella frowned.

It was 4 pm, Izabella usually slept at this time. She had always been in a bad mental state and spent most of her time sleeping, becoming very drowsy in the afternoon - the perfect time for hypnosis. Unaware of the hypnosis, Izabella thought Stevenson was just helping her relax. As a result, she dozed off, waking up with a blank memory, but feeling fairly relaxed and didn't think too much about it.

Afterward, Stevenson prescribed her the same medicine as before. Her mind should be clearer with both treatment and medication, but she found her memory getting more and more blurry. She would recall fragments of events from a month ago, yet they felt unreal, as if she hadn't experienced them herself.

She informed Stevenson about the situation, who reassured her it was normal.

If the doctor said it was normal, then she didn't want to question it further.

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