Twisted Ties of Love (Izabella Salotti and Brett) novel Chapter 17

Chapter 17 

Outside the operating room, Brett lett as if he had sensed something His heart ached, and the sudden dull pain forced him to lean forward, his right hand clutching tightly at the fabric over his left chast Frowning, he stated at the operating room door, heling as if something extremely important was slipping away from him. 

Just then, the door of the operating room was pulled open from inside, and a nurse hurried out Sewing Bett she quickly ran up to him and asked. “Are you a relative of the patient? Shes in critical condition, and we need you to sign a surgery content form and a notice of critical illnes 

Brett’s ears buzzed, unable to hear anything clearly He frowned at the nurse in front of him and asked stiffly, “You say Izabella is dying? How is she dying?!” 

It was just rain, some kneeling for half an hour, four days without food, and some blood vomit. 

How could someone tell him that trabella was dying as soon as she entered? 

The nurse looked at his dumbfounded lock, which suggested his obliviousness of how bad the physical condition that the person inside was in, so she briefly explained. “The patient has late–stage stomach cancer, and now her condition is critica! We need a family member to sign the surgery consent form and the notice of critical illness” The nurse looked at the man’s red eyes and suddenly didn’t know what to say 

Stomach cancer? Late stage? 

How was this possible tabella had never been sick before, and her body had always been in good shape How could she possibly have this disease? Why was it that someone was now telling him that she was about to die? 

He must have heard it wrong It could only be a hallucination 

Brett stumbled back a step Hitting the chair behind him, he swayed and woefully plunged down 

He stared at his hands again, even though they had been wiped clean, he still felt like there was a lot of blood. Everywhere was filled with the smell of blood, which he couldn’t wash away 

The patient’s condition could not be delayed. The nurse brought two agreements and handed them to Brett “Sir 

Brett looked at the notice of critical illness in front of him with bloodshot eyes, a sharp pain spread from his heart to every corner of his body, making his fingers tremble with pain. 

He took the pen and looked at the notice of critical illness. He knew every word but couldn’t understand them when they were put together 

The nurse urged him, “Sit, please hurry up” 

His hand trembling. Brett clenched his fist and punched the wall behind him, making a dull sound. The nurse was startled by the loud noise. She looked over and saw a bloodstain on the wall, knowing how much 

force he had used 

Brett took a deep breath, suppressed the pain in his heart, lowered his head, and signed his name. 

“Will she be okay?” 

The nurse shook her head. “The patient’s condition is very dangerous, and the hospital cannot guarantee her safety but we will do our best.” 

Brett handed her the two forms and watched the nurse walk away He suddenly felt weak and leaned against the cold chair 

It felt as if a piece of his heart had been dug out by a knife, an unprecedented emptiness urging him to grab the fabric and bend forward 

He had never imagined such a scene would happen, with Izabella’s life hanging in the balance inside as doctors and nurses tried to save her, and he could do nothing 

trabella had stayed by his side for four years, always an unimportant presence. He didn’t love her, he didn’t care about her feelings, and he certainly didn’t care about her life or death 

But when he found out that trabella might never wake up again, he felt fear all over his body, as if something important was drifting away from him. 

Brett looked dazed, his vision blurred. Rubbing his eyes, he finally realized that his eyes were wet. 

He suddenly remembered six years ago, the first time he saw Izabella. She was wearing a red dress, her long hair reaching her waist, and her smile mesmerized everyone 

She walked up to him with a donut in her hand, “Brett, long time no see” Her clear eyes were full of light 

Since when did the light in her eyes go out? 

Brett took out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket, pulled out one but hadn’t lit it yet when a passing cleaner pointed at a sign on the wall and reminded him, “Sir, no smoking in the hospital” He had no choice but to put it back, his trembling hand clenching the cigarette pack. Looking up at the operating room with red lights on, his heart twitched a few more times than before