Twisted Ties of Love (Izabella Salotti and Brett) novel Chapter 277

Suddenly, Brett lost the ability to speak, as if a sharp knife had pierced him deep in his heart, causing unbearable pain.

"Brett, I'm so tired." Maybe she was really exhausted, her voice was so soft that it was almost inaudible.

Before, she thought that as long as a person was alive, everything would be fine. Now she realized how hard it was to live, it was too unbearable. Time was like a knife, slowly cutting into her flesh, every minute and second was torture.

"It was just an accident." All he wanted was for Izabella to be fine, but he found that her complexion was getting worse and her body was getting skinnier.

It was him who made the doctor forcefully take away their child, but he didn't expect that Izabella would lose the chance to be a mother.

"Accident?" Izabella looked at Brett and said in a hoarse voice, "Taking away my child is an accident? Controlling my memory is also an accident? You don't know how much damage one of your accidents can cause to someone's life. Brett, are you satisfied with what I've become now?"

Brett admitted that he was selfish and unscrupulous in order to achieve his goals. But now he was helpless. He was once the one in control, but things were changing.

"Izabella, I did all this because I love you too much."

"Your love comes at too high a price, I can't bear it." In the time Izabella was amnesic, she had fallen in love with Brett. She always marveled at how well he treated her. But now she knows that everything he did for her had a terrible cost.

Now all that love is gone, turning into ashes.

"Izabella, I've never loved anyone in my life, and I don't know how to love anybody. I want to treat you well, but I always mess things up."

"I can tell you nothing. I'm afraid you'd be hurt if you get sick, and I'm even more afraid you'll leave me."

"Izabella, will you never forgive me no matter what I do?"

Brett's voice became softer and softer. The first sentence was for himself, while the other two were for Izabella. He was like a desperate prisoner who was accustomed to darkness but now had a taste of the warmth of the light Izabella brought. How could he bear to return to the darkness?

"I said I would hate you for the rest of my life." Izabella said in a light tone, expressing hatred with a calm face, showing no sign of bitterness.

Brett nodded, "I also said, I will make it up to you for the rest of my life, even if you hate me forever."

The two of them were now in a deadlock, trying to untie it would require cutting off one end - and Izabella's end was already in tatters, easily broken with just a gentle pull.

Izabella closed her eyes.

When Liam brought the urn containing the ashes back to the villa, he arranged for Brett to have some clothes and toiletries prepared.

Tiara was feeling uneasy deep down.

Before packing the clothes, she asked Liam, "President Windham hasn't been back for several days. Is he going on a business trip?"

Liam replied without thinking, "President Windham is not on a business trip, he is in the hospital."

"How did he end up in the hospital? Is he feeling unwell?" Tiara asked with a worried expression.

"It's not President Windham, it's Izabella who is hospitalized."

Upon hearing this, Tiara's eyes widened in shock and fear, and her hands clutched her apron, " Izabella is back? Why did she end up in the hospital?"

Liam didn't notice her abnormal reaction and replied, "Yeah, Izabella is in the hospital." He didn't reveal the specific reason for Izabella's hospitalization and immediately changed the subject, asking Tiara to hurry up and pack since he needed to take the items to the hospital.

Tiara rushed upstairs, opened the closet, and saw Izabella's clothes on the right and Brett's on the left. Two completely different styles of clothing were placed in the same wardrobe.

Izabella's clothes were more casual, while Brett's clothes were mostly serious shirts. You could roughly see a person's character from their clothes.

Tiara opened the suitcase and carefully packed Brett's clothes. Finally, she put in two pieces of Izabella's clothes as well. Holding a sweater, she couldn't help but shed tears.

Izabella is in the hospital - does this mean her child has been taken away? By now, the baby in her belly should be four months old.

Tiara cried as she put away their clothes and brought them downstairs. Liam was waiting downstairs, took the suitcase, and rushed to the hospital at once.

Tiara inadvertently murmured, "What a mess."

Returning to the hospital, Liam found the door to the room slightly ajar, not wanting to disturb the resting people inside. Moving carefully, Liam glanced inside.

Brett was sitting alone on a small stool, looking utterly dejected. Hearing the sound, he turned to look at the doorway.

He was still the same ambitious man who had topped every major financial platform, but his eyes were filled with indifference and gloom. At first glance, he appeared restless, but deep down he was vulnerable.

Liam quickly snapped back to reality, gently pushed the door open, and said, "President Windham, I've brought your luggage."

"Take it out and put it in the cupboard." The hospital room was well-equipped, including a wardrobe with plenty of hangers.

Liam hung the clothes in the wardrobe as quickly as he could, and then, taking a quick glance at the seemingly fast asleep Izabella, asked, "How is the madam doing?"

Brett put his index finger to his lips, and Liam immediately fell silent. Brett gestured for them to go outside, where he silently got up.

Izabella was unusually quiet. After her uterus was removed, she couldn't eat for 72 hours, and could only receive nutritional fluids.

The nutritional fluid was milky white, thick and viscous. Izabella always feared pain, so Brett asked the nurse to place a catheter, so the fluid would flow slowly and not hurt so much.

On October 24th, three days after Izabella's surgery, the weather turned cold. Izabella was afraid of the cold, and her body couldn’t take cold weather.

Brett asked the caretaker to buy a heating pad at the supermarket, charged it, and put it under Izabella's hand to warm.

Because of past experiences, Brett didn't dare to touch Izabella too much, afraid of causing her disgust and hurting herself.

Brett stayed carefully in the ward while Izabella acted like nothing had happened, watching TV, spacing out, and sometimes staring at the birds outside the window non-stop.

At night, Izabella often woke up from nightmares, gasping heavily like a dying fish struggling on a shoal. Brett hugged her tightly, his body warm, but couldn't warm her heart.

Cold liquid flowed into her neck, and he cried for the dead child and for Izabella losing the right to be a mother.

Izabella didn't care about the catheter in her left hand, raised her hand and forcefully grabbed the man's neck.

Her strength was too small to even hurt him, let alone strangle him.

Her hand, gripping Brett's neck, trembled constantly, not because of fear or pain, but because it shook uncontrollably.

"Don't touch me, it’s disgusting."

"Fine, I won't touch you. But don't move your left hand either, there's a needle in it."

Brett let go of her shakily, sitting back in the chair by the bed. He didn't even dare to look at her, let alone embrace her in the best way possible.

It seemed that the end of their relationship was destined to be tragic, so even an intimate action like a hug was heartbreaking.

Izabella closed her eyes again, her mind becoming cloudy, sometimes confusing the time, always feeling like she was still in that inconspicuous little town, the small rental house was her home, the bed was small but warm, and the meals not fancy but filling her stomach. The child wouldn't starve.

Izabella placed her hand on her abdomen, trying to feel it as usual, then suddenly woke up, her pupils pitch black.

Brett said she was sick and couldn't have children, and she did get sick, turning into a chronic illness with no cure, only death bringing relief.

She was alive, but her soul had long vanished, perhaps joining the dead child in turning into a handful of ashes, sealed into a narrow porcelain bottle.