Twisted Ties of Love (Izabella Salotti and Brett) novel Chapter 288

Izabella's legs were injured, but there was nothing wrong with her ears. She had good hearing, and could tell that it was Kaley calling Brett, but wasn't able to catch exactly what they were talking about.

Izabella didn't react, and Brett wasn't discouraged. He had already grown used to her cold attitude over the past few weeks. Even though it didn't feel great, he thought it was a lot better than how she constantly wanted to die before.

After Brett left, Tiara took over the wheelchair and continued to push Izabella. Then a nurse came straight up to Izabella.

"Ms. Salotti, someone asked me to deliver a message to you."

Izabella didn't react, but Tiara was stunned. Her past experience told her that it was best to act like she hadn't seen or heard anything.

Izabella patted Tiara's hand, then spoke for the first time in days, her voice barely audible, "Tiara, stand back a bit. I want to talk to her."

Tiara hesitated, "But…"

"Don't worry, nothing will happen. Just stand a little further and watch me."

"Alright." Tiara let go of the wheelchair and walked about twenty or thirty steps away, stopping at a distance of about ten meters.

The nurse leaned in close to Izabella and whispered a few words. Izabella's eyelashes quivered as she clenched her hands on her lap.

When the nurse finished, Izabella immediately said, "I choose 2. And, deliver a message back to him for me…"

The nurse seemed surprised, but she simply nodded and walked away without arousing any suspicion.

In the afternoon, Brett sent his driver to pick up Izabella from the hospital.

Brett instructed the housekeeper to prepare a room on the first floor for Izabella to stay in.

When Izabella returned to the villa, she went straight into the room, which was identical to the one she stayed in on the second floor.

That evening, Brett brought desserts for Izabella, as she loved sweets. He brought her a slice of cake. He took the cake to her bedroom, opened it, and brought it closer to her mouth, "Want some? I got someone to wait in line for this today. I heard it tastes great."

Izabella just stared silently out of the window, not reacting until the cake touched her lips, when she mechanically ate it.

Her stiff movement resembled a broken, rusty machine – even eating a piece of cake seemed to be an arduous task and her mouth ended up full.

"Is it good?" Brett wasn't a fan of sweets, but watching Izabella eat, he started to get an appetite too. Noticing the cream on her lips, he leaned in and kissed it away, tasting the cake in the process.

So sweet…

Izabella didn't say a word, just ate however much cake Brett fed her. Eventually, she choked and started to retch, hunching over in the wheelchair.

Brett hurried to bring her water and tissues, eventually fetching a trash can. It took some time to clean up the mess.

Vomiting wasn't a pleasant experience. Izabella drank water, her mouth opening and closing involuntarily, water dribbling down her chin and soaking her collar.

Brett wiped her face and neck with a towel, apologizing, "I'm sorry, I didn't take good care of you."