Twisted Ties of Love (Izabella Salotti and Brett) novel Chapter 310

Brett slept for a solid 24 hours before he woke up, wincing as he opened his throbbing eyes to see the IV drip hanging above his head, the liquid slowly flowing through the tube.

He looked at the needle stuck in the back of his left hand, and without a second thought, he pulled it out with his right hand.

"What the hell are you doing, President Windham? Your drip isn't finished!" Liam burst into the room just in time to see Brett's self-destructive act and rushed over to stop him.

Having slept the entire day, Brett felt weak and couldn't fight off Liam, so he stopped struggling.

Liam rang for the nurse, preparing to reinsert the IV needle into Brett.

Brett was seriously ill, not having rested properly for several days and frequently spending time in cold rooms, which resulted in various health problems. He was bleeding from his stomach, running a fever of 40 degrees Celsius. If it got any higher, he'd be cooked into an idiot.

"Where's Kaley?" Brett croaked out.

Liam was taken aback, having thought that Brett would continue to ask about Izabella upon waking up. "She's still in the basement," he replied.

"She's scared of dogs, you know what to do." Brett closed his eyes, paused, then added, "Keep her alive, but make her wish she was dead."

Kaley wasn't shy about wanting to marry him, right? She deceived people and hurt innocents for him. So, whatever he did, she was willing to bear it, right?

"I'll arrange it right away, but President Windham, you need to recover before you can be discharged."

Brett didn't respond, and Liam watched as the nurse reinserted the IV needle. He knew Brett had taken his words to heart.

...

Brett stayed in the hospital for three days. When he was well enough, he had Liam pick him up. During this time, he never once mentioned "Izabella", as if he had completely forgotten her. But only the nurses who cared for him knew the truth. Every night, Brett struggled to sleep, tossing and turning restlessly. Occasionally, he would mutter "Izabella" in his sleep.

Could he easily forget someone he called out for in his dreams?

Brett went straight to where Kaley was being held after being discharged from the hospital. Before he even got close, he could hear the barking of dogs and the piercing screams of a woman.

It was creepy hearing it in the eerie cold wind.

It was snowing in J City again today, but it was much lighter compared to Christmas day. Big snowflakes fluttering in the wind while Liam stood beside Brett, holding an umbrella to shield him from the snow.

As they approached, the door guard opened the door and a rotten smell hit them.

Liam scrunched his nose, suppressing the urge to vomit. He sneaked a glance at Brett, who showed no reaction.

The guard led them in, and flicked on the light switch. The pitch-dark basement was instantly illuminated.

Brett glanced over with indifferent eyes and saw a large iron cage divided into two sections by a railing. Kaley was trapped in a corner, as deflated as a balloon, lying listlessly in the cage.

Her body was covered in blood, her hair matted together with dried blood. But the most terrifying sight was her legs.

The guard, who had grown accustomed to the sight, pulled out a remote control and pressed a button. The railing in the middle of the cage slid open.

A black pitbull, mouth wide open revealing its blood-red gums, lunged at Kaley. Kaley, trembling all over, tried to squeeze herself into the bars of the cage in fear.

Her body had been injected with a drug that stimulated her nerves, causing her to be terrified but unable to pass out.

"Good boy, sit." The dog trainer gave a command, and the pitbull obediently sat down, panting heavily.

Brett put on a glove and bent down to look at Kaley's hair. Not only were her legs useless, but her face was also ruined. Brett took one look at her and felt as if his eyes were attacked. He released his grip and threw the glove onto the ground.

At that moment, Kaley regained some consciousness. Dazed eyes regained some of their brilliance at the sight of Brett, which was still mixed with hatred. She quickly lowered her head, trembling as she said, "Brett, I know I was wrong. Please let me go. It hurts so much..."

She couldn't understand how everything changed overnight. It felt like just yesterday when she was carefully preparing for their engagement party, standing on the bright stage with Brett, making their vows to all the guests.

The one who was wrong was Brett with his greed and arrogance. The one who was wrong was Izabella, trying to claim something that wasn't hers.

Izabella was right. Brett was a total jerk, and only she treated this mess like it was a treasure.

"You're torturing me because of Izabella's death, but don't forget who messed up the Salotti family, causing her to lose her loved ones and be betrayed by those she trusted."

A sarcastic smile appeared on Kaley's face, "I admit I did some dirty things behind your back, but have you ever thought about, if you truly love Izabella, why didn't you trust her? You deprived her of the right to be a mother. You forced her to sign a blood drawing agreement and let her kneel outside the courtroom, humiliated. When she wanted to divorce you, you locked her up at home."

The more Kaley talked, the more she felt she did nothing wrong. It took two to tango. Why should she be the one to suffer?

"You might as well kill yourself if you want to kill me!" Kaley declared defiantly. The basement fell silent.

Brett's dark eyes suddenly closed. His lips were tightly pursed, and his face turned icy. These words had been echoing in his ears since Izabella's death, reminding him of his sins.

What Kaley said was not comparable to what Nathaniel and Presley said. Brett thought he had gotten used to the pain, but when Kaley spoke, his eyes still stung.

When he opened his eyes again, they were as dead as before. He gave orders to his men, "Her hand is in the way. Since she doesn't know how to speak, there's no need to keep her hand..."

This demon. Cold sweat broke out on Kaley's body again. Her pupils contracted a bit, her vision blurred as if a bug had flown into her eyes.

Brett added, "Don't let her die."

This was the real living hell.

Kaley's legs could no longer bear her weight. She reached out towards Brett, pleading for mercy like a dying rat.

"Brett, if you get too much blood on your hands, you'll go to hell when you die. You won't be able to see Izabella, even in the next life." Kaley's voice was trembling. She never thought she would have to rely on a dead person for help.

Brett paused as if recalling something. He murmured hoarsely, "No, I'll see her when I die. Because she said she'd be waiting for me in hell..."