Twisted Ties of Love (Izabella Salotti and Brett) novel Chapter 168

Who else could it be besides Brett that chopped off Lucas's hand? He did it to warn her, even if it meant hurting innocent people.

Izabella's fists trembled as she clenched them and bit her hand hard.

Blood was already oozing from the bite marks, but Izabella felt no pain as her teeth sank deeper into her flesh. Her head buried, her body trembled violently.

"Izabella!" Amelia's urgency grew, as she held her shoulders trying to bring her back to her senses. She brushed Izabella's hair aside, patting her cheek. "Sober up, Izabella. No matter how much you hurt yourself, it won't bring back Lucas's hand."

Izabella's eyes held a vacant stare, devoid of any emotion, resembling that of a lifeless puppet. Overwhelmed with sorrow, she blamed herself for Lucas's injury. "It's my fault. If I hadn't asked Brett for a divorce, his hand wouldn't be injured. I've turned him into a cripple."

"It's not your fault!" Amelia couldn't bear it any longer. "It's all on Brett. Moreover, he deserved it. He nearly got you killed by tricking you into going to the underground casino and handing you over to Heckter. The loss of his hand is his punishment, a lesson for him to learn from his gambling addiction."

Amelia was a pragmatic individual, expressing her thoughts bluntly. In her perspective, Lucas had brought this upon himself.

Izabella's mind spun, overwhelmed by a flashback of her father's death, replaying incessantly. She covered her eyes with both hands, as if attempting to gouge the haunting images away.

Stamping her foot, Amelia forcefully grabbed Izabella's wrist and led her to the office. She pulled open a drawer, revealing a file containing all of Izabella's medical records.

Scattering them on the table, Amelia pointed at the reports. "Look, Izabella. These are your medical results. Your cancer is now under control. You can't give up now."

Amelia changed the subject. "Keep taking the cancer-fighting medicine Presley has been researching. Your cancer cells are only stabilized, not eradicated. If you don't take care of yourself, you'll still get sick."

Izabella shook her head, her voice hoarse. "Compared to before, I'm so much better now. I rarely cough up blood, and my stomach doesn't hurt as much as it did at the beginning."

"Good," Amelia said. "Presley also wanted me to tell you that you can't stop taking the medicine. If you quit for too long, the cancer cells will spread faster, and then you'll really be beyond saving."

It wasn't an exaggeration—even while controlling her cancer, the medicine came with risks.