Twisted Ties of Love (Izabella Salotti and Brett) novel Chapter 115

Brett has always been full of himself, thinking he's the best.

With great ability comes a big ego, and everyone always revolves around him. A strong background, good looks, prominent status, and talent, he never lacked admirers.

But he has always been cold and indifferent, never really desiring anyone. That was, until he met Izabella, the one woman he thought he would despise for life. Unexpectedly, she shattered every mold he had in his heart.

He thought that this woman loved him to death, considering how she worked tirelessly and put up with his bullying for four years after their marriage.

But now, someone told him that all the goodness she showed him before was because she had mistaken him for someone else.

He had been enjoying unconditional love that didn't belong to him, Izabella wasn't meant for him.

Thinking about these things made his heart ache so badly. Brett held his temple and leaned against the wall, taking deep breaths.

"Don't blabber in front of her. Don't say what you shouldn't," Brett warned, staring at the psychologist. It was more like a threat than a warning.

The psychologist nervously nodded and promised, "I won't hypnotize her again, and I'll forget about what happened today."

Brett was satisfied and didn't want to give him a hard time anymore, so he changed the subject, "When will she get better?"

"It's hard to say. I'll try my best to counsel her."

"Is it that difficult?"

The psychologist shook his head, "Physical injuries can heal with some ointment, but mental trauma like Ms. Salotti's is quite serious. Psychological therapy needs to be taken step by step, and she'll need to be closely monitored afterward. Also, I suggest moving Ms. Salotti to the neighboring building."

The neighboring building was the psychiatric department. The psychologist knew Brett might not agree, so he could only advise, "Treatment and observation will be more convenient there. You can go and take a look at the environment first. All the rooms have soundproofing walls, so you won't be disturbed."

Brett didn’t show his attitude, and the matter of transferring her slipped away.

After the psychologist left, Brett returned to the ward and, as usual, sat by Izabella's bedside. Thinking about what had just been said, his usually calm and indifferent heart began to stir.

Izabella, who did you really think I was?

He wanted to confront her, but he was afraid. He feared that Izabella might learn that the person she had wholeheartedly loved for 16 years wasn't him.