Twisted Ties of Love (Izabella Salotti and Brett) novel Chapter 196

The doctor had seen countless patients with injuries, but had never seen anyone as severely injured as Izabella.

Her wounds made people shudder just by looking at them.

After hearing the doctor's words, Brett almost fainted.

The doctor was too tired to observe Brett's complexion and continued, "I can't imagine how she made it this far."

The doctors had great empathy, and when they tried to save Izabella in the ICU, all the medical staff frowned.

"Mr. Windham, there's something I must tell you beforehand... her hand will be disabled, even after the wound heals." There was no fluctuation in her tone, but it shocked Brett to the point where he couldn't breathe. "Disabled? What do you mean?"

"Her finger nerves are destroyed. She can live a normal life, but she won't be as agile as before." Writing and typing would become a challenge, and the pain would accompany her for the rest of her life, especially during winter.”, the doctor hesitated to say more, because according to Izabella's condition, she might not make it that far.

Brett felt emotionally out of control. He had just given Izabella a violin not long ago, and she had played a tune on it. But now the doctor was telling him that her hands were disabled and she couldn't live a normal life.

Playing the violin required the most finger flexibility, and Izabella may never be able to play the violin again for the rest of her life.

Brett lost control of his emotions, "Her hand?"

"Didn't you notice?"

At that time, Izabella was covered in blood, and out of fear, he didn't dare to investigate further.

"I suppose so..." The doctor murmured. Thinking back to the scene made the doctor shudder involuntarily again, "Can you imagine how we removed those things?"

Brett couldn't imagine the surgical process, let alone the torture Izabella must have gone through.

A dark image popped up in Brett's mind, coldness spread across his face, and tears streamed down. He dared not think about how Izabella had endured the past hour or so.

That was Izabella, the pride of R City's women, once flawless and perfect, now battered and bruised.

—"Brett, if I don't make it back, I hope you won't hold anything against the Felton family and please donate my alimony."

—"Brett, let's never see each other again."

Brett was a bit dazed when he read these words. He stared blankly at Izabella, who was receiving emergency treatment. When a person was in extreme pain, their body would automatically trigger a protective mechanism, retracting into its shell and losing responsiveness to external stimuli.

After a long time, Brett suddenly charged forward like a madman, pounding on the glass window, shouting loudly, "Izabella!"

The noise was too loud, and the doctors and nurses had already noticed it. Seeing him pounding on the window, they immediately came to restrain him and told him not to disturb the people inside.

Brett couldn't hear the voices of the doctors and nurses, and he broke down on his knees, unconsciously repeating, "Izabella stopped breathing, let me see her, let me see her."

"It's no use going in to see her."

He was restrained, but his eyes were still glued to the door. Tears rolled down from his eyes, and he called out Izabella's name painfully and hoarsely.

For a moment, only Brett's choking sobs remained, heavy and oppressive, as if all the pain could be cried out at once.

"What should I do if Izabella doesn't make it?"

No one answered him. Brett was in agonizing pain, feeling his mind go blank. He looked at the doctors holding him down, desperately seeking comfort from them with his vulnerable eyes.