Twisted Ties of Love
Chapter 259

Izabella was pregnant, and Brett totally didn't see that coming. He'd been careful every time, so how could Izabella possibly get pregnant?

Where did it go wrong? Brett calculated the time, and Izabella had been with him all the time, with no chance to sneak out. The only time she went out was to the hospital, and that time he even sent someone to follow her.

Brett leaned against the wall, holding his head with both hands. Izabella couldn't have this baby, considering her health and their relationship. She shouldn't be pregnant.

Thinking of the child who was about to be aborted, Brett's eyes reddened, his heart ached like a knife, and he could hardly breathe.

Stevenson also learned about Izabella's pregnancy. He looked at Brett seriously and asked, "Do you want this child?"

"I can't." It was not that he didn't want to, it was that he couldn't.

"Her body doesn't allow her to get pregnant, does it?"

"Yes." If they decided to have a baby, Izabella might pay with her life.

"How are you going to tell her?" Stevenson asked, "If you tell her that she can't have a baby because of stomach cancer, she might remember the past."

When Stevenson hypnotized her, the first thing he sealed was her painful memories, one of which was stomach cancer.

It was like putting a lock on her memory, and if the lock was unlocked, she would successfully regain her memory.

"Don't tell her." Brett replied briefly.

"Having a child aborted without knowing anything, she'll hate you."

"This hate is nothing compared to what she'd hate after recovering her memory."

Brett returned to the bedside and watched over Izabella, looking at her flat stomach.

When Izabella was pregnant with their first child, he accidentally threw her downstairs, and the child was lost. At that time, he watched her blood flow down, and he went crazy.

The doctor said it was not easy for her to get pregnant because of her weak womb wall. At that time, he only had one thought: to take good care of Izabella's body so that she could give birth to his child. Their relationship was tense during that period, and all Izabella wanted was to leave him.

He didn't know how to keep her, so he could only use their child to tie her down. But now, even a child wasn't possible.

Brett tucked her in, and he couldn't help but reach into the blanket to caress her flat belly.

Izabella felt uncomfortable and frowned. In her dream, she saw a snake wrapped around her waist and was scared awake. When she woke up, she saw Brett's hand on her belly.

Izabella's face changed slightly, and she unconsciously shrank to the side: "What are you doing?!"

Her eyes were full of caution, and her gaze was more distant than ever. Before she fainted, she genuinely expressed her disgust towards Brett, and now she felt sick even from his touch. Brett wore a white shirt with the sleeves rolled up. Seeing Izabella wake up, he withdrew his hand and pulled it out of the quilt.

"You've been asleep for almost a day."

Izabella looked out the window and saw that it was already dark.

No wonder she felt thirsty with a bit of a headache when she woke up.

Brett got up and poured a glass of water: "Have some water." He instinctively reached out to help her up, as usual.

But Izabella avoided him as if he was covered in germs.

Brett looked at her, his dark eyes flashing with flames, burning like a hot iron.

Izabella felt uncomfortable in her throat and looked at the glass of water in his hand. After hesitating, she took it and drank it. After two sips, her throat felt much better.

She looked at him, "Why did I get hospitalized?"

"You're pregnant, four weeks."

Izabella's expression froze, tightly holding the blanket, it turned out that she really got pregnant after the ovulation injection.

No wonder Janet said those things.

Even an unimportant stranger could see the clues, and she was kept in the dark.

"Didn't you say you're infertile? Then whose child is in my belly?" She bit her lip, with a sarcastic expression.

"Brett, you're all lies. I think our marriage and my identity were all your doing."

Brett was silent for a while, suddenly feeling a little dry in his throat. He stood at the head of the bed, with his back to the light source. His tall stature and commanding presence gave him an imposing air. He emitted an inherent aura of intimidation that was hard to ignore.

He sat down, his gaze slightly dropped, "We can't keep this child." He tried to keep his tone gentle, but after seeing Izabella's frowning, his breath became heavier.

"The surgery agreement will be sent over once the hospital opens."

"Smack-" Brett's face shifted slightly, his drooping eyelashes hiding his eyes. After a while, he lifted his eyes, expressionlessly said, "Feel better now? If not, you can keep slapping me until you do." Izabella's body felt like it was sinking into an ice cave. Her palms were numb, yet not that painful. She didn't expect Brett's first sentence to be about an abortion.

She stared at her reddened palm blankly, "This child is mine; I won't have an abortion just because you say so."

"Your body is not suitable for pregnancy, Bella. Listen to me; we don't need to have a child. If you like children, we can adopt from an orphanage." "Listen to you, my ass!" Izabella was so angry that tears welled up, "What the hell are you, and why should I listen to you to have an abortion?!"

Izabella usually looked weak and gentle, but now she cursed harshly, indicating how angry she was.

"Brett, I warned you not to cross my bottom line." She took a deep breath, "Explain why my body is not suitable for pregnancy?"

"The pills you take every day will affect the fetus."

Izabella sneered, "If you hadn't mentioned it, I'd have forgotten. What's the composition of those pills, and will the handful of pills I took at noon also mess with my nerves?" "No," Brett replied, "That's to treat your stomach problems."

"But my stomach problems haven't gotten any better, I even puked blood a few times! If I hadn't gone to the hospital for an endoscopy, I would've thought I had cancer." She laughed at herself. "Plus, I never heard that people with stomach issues can't get pregnant."

It was clear from Izabella's attitude that she wanted to keep the baby. Brett knew there was no point in arguing, so his tone became firm, "The surgery is tomorrow, end of discussion."

Izabella was so angry that it felt like her heart was being grilled on fire, then thrown into ice water, alternating between hot and cold.

As she opened her mouth to speak, Brett said, "I've already talked to the hospital staff, and I told them you have mental issues. So even if you don't sign the consent form, the surgery will still be arranged."

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