Twisted Ties of Love (Izabella Salotti and Brett) novel Chapter 77

"How could I talk when you were pinching my mouth?" Izabella looked at the painkillers in the vomit on the floor, wondering if they would still work after being thrown up.

Izabella looked half-dead and barely hanging on, her body completely relying on Brett's embrace. She whispered, "If you really care about me, just mind your own business and let me sleep..."

Brett looked at Izabella's downcast eyes and her cuddly appearance as if she were a cat trying to please.

Izabella's body was soft and cold, her face pale as paper, and her eyes watery. She was naturally beautiful, and when she was sick, she still looked pathetic and made people feel an urge to hold her close.

Brett hesitated for a moment, reaching out to undress her.

Izabella felt unwell, her whole body becoming dazed. She was like a dying cat in Brett's arms.

Brett easily undressed her, carried her to the bathroom, and put her in hot water.

The moment Izabella was put into the hot water, she felt as if her pores had opened, and she couldn't help shaking. Her clear eyes became even brighter.

"You stink, make sure you clean yourself well." After putting her down, Brett turned back to the bedroom, looked at the vomit on the floor with annoyance. He couldn't stop worrying about Izabella, after all, he had never heard of such a severe period reaction.

He called the family doctor to explain the situation and rushed her over.

After hanging up the phone, Brett went out to tell Trista to come upstairs and clean.

Izabella soaked in the hot water, her forehead covered in sweat. After lying in the bathtub for nearly 20 minutes, she finally managed to suppress the gut-wrenching pain.

"Are you okay?" Brett asked from the other side.

Instead of replying, Izabella struggled to stand up and put on her bathrobe.

Not getting any answer, Brett bent down and carried her. "Do you have any other illnesses besides stomach aches?"

That's what the doctor asked on the phone, and Brett was never concerned about Izabella, so understandably, he had no idea about her health.

Izabella let him hold her and coldly answered, "Recently, I've been nauseous, lethargic, and sleepy. Considering all these symptoms, I think I might have Hepatitis B, so you better stay away from me in case I infect you."

Brett thought she was babbling nonsense because of her illness and didn’t take her seriously.

Seeing her hand on her stomach, he thought her stomach was hurting. "You were supposed to stay home and not go out, now you know what stomach pain is, huh?"

"I've known the taste of stomach pain for a long time, I don't need you to tell me."

"Izabella, I'm worried about you."

Worried? Anyway, she couldn't hear any tone of concern. Izabella didn't say a word, just pouting her mouth stubbonly.

Sometimes Brett thought that Izabella was born to defy him. It was a good thing he had self-control, otherwise, with her temper, he could have killed her in a fit of rage.

The sheets had been changed, and it was comfortable to lie down. The air conditioner was set just right, and it was warm and cozy under the covers, making Izabella feel drowsy.

At this moment, Trista brought the family doctor upstairs.

Hearing the noise, Izabella's pupils shrank and she turned her head to look.

"President Windham." The family doctor was a woman in her forties, wearing glasses and looking a bit serious.

Brett nodded, "Take a look at her and see if you can relieve her pain."