Twisted Ties of Love (Izabella Salotti and Brett) novel Chapter 182

Maybe it was because of Izabella's words, Brett had nightmares all night long.

In his dream, Izabella was lying alone in the hospital, covered with medical equipment, with an oxygen mask on her face, and taking shallow breaths.

He wanted to ask her what happened, but no sound came out of his mouth. It felt like something was stuck in his throat, causing unbearable pain.

He rushed over to hold her in his arms, but Izabella's body gradually became transparent on the bed as if she was a delicate bubble that would disappear with a gentle touch.

The surroundings plunged into darkness, and he fumbled for Izabella but couldn't find her. Izabella's faint voice seemed to echo in his ears.

"Brett, I'm dying."

Brett suddenly woke up, and Izabella was in his arms. He breathed a sigh of relief, but the anxiety in his heart couldn't disappear.

Izabella got up very late, looking exhausted, her sleep obviously wasn't good.

The only area she was allowed to move around was around the room, and she couldn't even open the door.

At 8:30 in the morning, Brett drove to work, and Izabella sat by the glass window with the curtains half-drawn, making the room dimly lit.

The maid came in to serve the room, not by opening the door but by pushing the food in through a rectangular window near the wall.

Izabella heard the bell and looked back to see the breakfast that was pushed in. They were all forbidden foods for stomach cancer patients.

The maid stood outside and said, "Ma'am, it's time for breakfast."

Seeing Izabella didn't move, the maid said again, "If you don't eat, President Windham will be angry when he gets back."

Upon hearing the Brett's name, Izabella finally reacted. She got up and staggered over, sitting on the carpet and taking bites of the sandwich. When she felt unable to swallow, she drank milk.

She really didn't have an appetite. After a few bites, she couldn't eat anymore. The maid waited outside for her and saw that her eating was slow.

"Ma'am, if you really can't eat, you don't have to force yourself."

Izabella shook her head and forced the last bite of the sandwich into her mouth.

"I'm done," she said, placing the empty plate on the tray.

The maid bent down to pick up the tray and couldn't help but look back at Izabella, who was still sitting on the ground.

How heartless.

Brett came back early today. After hearing from the butler that Izabella had eaten well, he was satisfied and gave a little smile.

Afraid that Izabella would be bored, he brought her a present.

He carried a box upstairs. The bedroom door had a password fingerprint lock. Upon entering, Izabella was lying on her side facing the window.

"Izabella, come see what I brought back for you."

Like a robot running low on battery, Izabella trembled as she sat up and looked at the box in Brett's hand.