Twisted Ties of Love (Izabella Salotti and Brett) novel Chapter 65

Brett arrived at the hospital at 2 o'clock and headed straight to the ward after asking the receptionist. He had a nasty look on his face and looked like he was ready to fight, which made the medical staff who passed by him wary, but he didn't seem to care.

He kicked the door open viciously, and his gloomy gaze fell on Izabella. The first thing he checked was not her injuries but for any additional marks on her body.

He walked up to her, grabbed Izabella by the collar, and inspected her neck and lips, as if he were examining a cheating wife.

Izabella knew what he was thinking and let him look. On the surface, she didn't care, but deep down, she felt ashamed. When she noticed Brett's grip loosen, she tightened her lips.

Izabella mocked, "Done checking?"

Brett let go of her and looked at the chair behind him, moving his hand to sit down. "Izabella, didn't I tell you to wait for me to come back obediently?"

How obedient should she be? Wait on the balcony for death? Izabella remained silent.

Brett's expression changed slightly, "How did you get into the hospital?"

"I fainted, and Presley brought me here."

"Being overdramatic, huh? Fainting all the time. You didn't catch some weird disease, did you?" His words were sarcastic and hurtful to her ears.

Izabella felt embarrassed and the more she thought about it, the more irritated she became, as if there was a fire burning in her chest.

Brett had never thought about Kaley donating blood to Izabella. It was obvious who was weaker between the two. Kaley had a clotting disorder and wasn't in the best health. How long would it take for her to replace any blood that was taken?

Wasn't Izabella humiliating herself by asking this question? How could she compare to Kaley? Let Kaley give her blood?

After all these years of marriage, she knew what Brett was thinking with just one glance. Izabella mocked herself, "Brett, do you think I'd never get sick and die?"

Izabella's gentle eyes were filled with sadness. She had to taste the bitterness she had sown herself. She took a breath, suppressing the pain in her chest, and continued with a trembling voice, "I know my place in your heart, and I don't need you to tell me. I'm dispensable. But if one day I die, will you feel even a tiny bit of regret?"

"Like that time I was rushed into the emergency room, did you ever think that I might not come out alive? Did you ever think that the doctor might give you my death notice instead of a critical condition notification?"