Twisted Ties of Love (Izabella Salotti and Brett) novel Chapter 63

Brett sat on the sofa, waiting quietly without eating lunch, until his phone rang at 1 o'clock.

He glanced at the screen, which showed an unknown number. He answered, "Hello?"

"Brett, I'm at the hospital now."

Brett's eyes darkened, and he said coldly, "Izabella, you finally remembered to call me?"

As soon as his words fell, the other side went silent. Brett's eyebrows twisted, his gaze deepened. "Which hospital are you in?"

Izabella replied, "Light of Hope Hospital."

"Izabella, you really don't take my words seriously!" This time, without waiting for her to answer, Brett hung up the call. He grabbed his phone and car keys, then left the house.

Hospital.

Izabella's face was somewhat blank. After a while, she put down her phone, the screen had already gone dark.

With a hint of gloom between her eyebrows, Izabella knitted them together, only for a shadow to suddenly loom overhead. She looked up at Presley approaching her.

"Done with the call?" Presley asked.

"Yeah," Izabella nodded and handed the phone back to him.

Presley looked at the phone and asked, "What did he say?"

Izabella shook her head and pretended to be calm. "It's all good, don't worry."

Presley moved a chair over and sat down, his face darkened. "How can I not worry when I see your injuries?"

"Presley, he'll come pick me up later."

Presley suddenly fell silent, the ward so quiet that only their breathing could be heard.

It seemed as if Izabella was lost in thought about something. After a long while, she came back to her senses, "Presley, you should leave."

She looked up with a faint smile on her lips, her eyes as gentle as sunlight. "If you really care for me, leave me. Don't get close to me or antagonize Brett... I promise you, I'll be alright before my illness worsens."

It was her illness, not Brett, that could kill her.

Guilt flickered in Izabella's eyes. Presley had been injured by Brett last time, and she hadn't had a chance to apologize, fearing it would only fuel the flames.

Ever since then, she hadn't even dared to call Presley for fear of dragging him down further.

"Last time, it was my fault you hurt your arm."

Presley dismissed her concerns. "That had nothing to do with you."