Twisted Ties of Love (Izabella Salotti and Brett) novel Chapter 283

Brett pinched himself secretly, and after feeling the pain, he realized he wasn't dreaming. Izabella really came to the hospital to see him and even cooked soup for him.

"Is this really for me?"

"Didn't you say you wanted to eat my cooking yesterday? I didn't cook any dishes, but I casually made you some soup. After all, your hand injury was caused by me." Izabella said while opening the insulated cup. The hot steam carried a strong aroma that stung a bit.

"Do you want some?" she asked.

"I'll have it." Even if it was poison, he'd drink it without hesitation. Besides, Izabella was at home all the time; she had no chance to buy poison.

Brett naturally didn't believe Izabella would be so kind as to make soup for him and bring it personally. But there was always a little bit of a beautiful fantasy in his heart, hoping that Izabella had a little care for him as well.

This careful fantasy was like holding a treasure in his hand, afraid of breaking it, and afraid of melting it when holding it in his mouth.

Izabella poured the soup out, and it was even darker than when she first cooked it. The ingredients were common, but somehow the color turned out this dark when she cooked it.

"Brett, aren't you afraid it's poisonous?" Izabella's calm expression was frightening.

Brett's hands were inconvenient with the IV needle, and he ate the soup while sitting still on the bed. "I'm scared, but I trust you."

Izabella put the soup on the bedside table, "If I tell you it's poisonous, and I made it with great care and hatred, hoping you'd die immediately, would you still have it?"

Izabella felt the inner demon inside her excitedly shouting.

The last time she said "love" to Brett, it seemed like it happened just yesterday. And today, she wanted to kill this man.

Tiara had been persuading Izabella to let go for the past month, saying that once a person is controlled by hatred, they're destroyed. But she had been ruined by Brett long ago.

Looking at Brett staring at the bowl of soup, Izabella sneered and got up, "I'm leaving; have someone clean this up."

Izabella left, and Brett watched the bowl of soup with a bitter smile.

He ate half of it.

He was gambling that Izabella couldn't bear to hurt him, so the soup couldn't be poisonous.

But Izabella was also gambling that the man she hated to the bone would never believe her, even when he just said he trusted her. How ironic.

Sure enough, she won.

Not long after Brett drank the soup, his stomach began to burn with pain. Within a short time, cold sweat soaked his back.

His face turned pale, and he leaned over the side of the bed to vomit. He was dizzy, and it felt like something was stirring in his stomach.

Brett's reaction scared the bodyguards and Adrian, who quickly called the doctor to check on him. For a time, the ward was crowded.

As for "escaping," Izabella had already practiced it quite well. But she didn't plan to run at this moment. After leaving the hospital, she found a phone booth to make a call.

She had always had a keen sense of numbers, which was probably related to her job before her amnesia.

Izabella called Nathaniel and waited for four rings before he picked up with a lazy male voice.

"Hello?"

"Nathaniel, I'm willing to go with you."

It took a while before he laughed, "I heard that Brett is hospitalized, and his left hand is half-disabled. You did it, didn't you?"

"Yeah, maybe he's poisoned by now."

Nathaniel was surprised. He didn't expect such a weak-looking woman to be so bold.

"The old man would be furious if he knew."

If possible, Izabella didn't want to turn to Nathaniel either. She felt he was no better than Brett.

But without any other acquaintances since her memory loss, she couldn't compete with Brett and had to turn to Brett's "enemy."

The enemy of an enemy is a friend. If Brett wasn't lying, Nathaniel should be the man who wanted to defeat him the most.

"Izabella, I don't want you anymore. I prefer watching you two kill each other rather than seeing Brett lose you in a fit of rage."

"Do you know?" Nathaniel asked again, his tone indifferent, not revealing how important the minerals were to him.

As luck would have it, Izabella did know. There was a period when she was bored and joined Brett at his company to pass the time. At that time, Brett was very busy with endless meetings, work, and conversations with Liam.

She would rest and sleep in a partitioned area of the office, and during her birthday, she overheard Brett and Liam discussing where to transport these minerals.

Liam was quite wary of her, but Brett didn't seem particularly concerned.

"I do, but you must do something for me first."

Nathaniel mocked, "You don't want me to sneak you away, do you?"

Izabella didn't deny it. She knew how important those minerals were to Brett. If Nathaniel wanted them, he needed to offer something in return. More than her own life, she cared about the well-being of those who had been good to her.

"Before that, help me get Tiara safely out, and protect her family."

"Who's Tiara?"

"Brett's maid who signed a labor contract. She helped me before, and I'm afraid she'll get implicated after I leave."

He thought she was ruthless, but her heart still held some kindness.

"No problem. I'll find a place for Tiara and her family, and you tell me the general location of those minerals," Nathaniel asked again, "Do you still want to watch the video I have?"

"Yes," Izabella said. "You just want me to regain my memory, right? But I'm outside right now, and I don't have my phone. How am I supposed to watch it?"

"Find an internet café. I'll give you an account and password – remember them, and log in on the computer there. The video will be inside." On the other end of the phone, Nathaniel lit a cigarette, played with his lighter, the flame reflected in his eyes.

"Fine." Izabella didn't say any more and hung up.

The weather was foggy, and Izabella looked around. She hid in a phone booth, took off her jacket, turned it inside out and put it back on, then took out a mask and put it on, letting her long hair cover her face.

There was an internet café not too far away, filled with people, mostly students.

Izabella paid and immediately found a seat inside. She opened the website Nathaniel mentioned and entered the account and password. The internet connection was great, and she was directly led to a chat forum. Shortly after, a video popped up on the blank page.