Twisted Ties of Love (Izabella Salotti and Brett) novel Chapter 78

When it came to food, no matter how much they talked, Brett just didn't get it. Dr. James thought for a bit and replied, "I'll prepare a meal plan and send it to your email when I get back."

"Mm."

Brett called Trista over and handed her the prescription he was given, "Get the medicine for Izabella tomorrow according to this, and make sure she actually drinks it."

Izabella hated bitter medicine, so she wouldn't even take normal ones, let alone extra strong ones. She would probably just dump it the second it gets prepared.

Dr. James glanced at the time, "President Windham, I should get going."

Brett nodded and instructed Trista, "Trista, please walk Dr. James out."

The bedroom emptied out, and Brett went out to chat with Kaley for a bit. After making sure she was okay, he went back to Izabella's room.

Once sick, even the strongest people show a bit of vulnerability, just like Izabella now. The room was too quiet with only a dim wall lamp on.

All she had to do was to bear the situation, but Brett made it worse with his fuss and having her see the doctor. In the end, he didn't even say a single word of concern. She felt wronged, sniffing and burying her face in the pillow, shaking slightly.

When Brett came back, he saw Izabella had buried her entire head in the blankets, and it didn't seem like she could breathe properly.

He went over, grabbed her neck, and pulled her out of the blankets.

With her fair skin, just pinching her neck a little would leave a red mark. She shivered a bit and mumbled, "I don't feel good."

"I know, but burying your face in the blankets will make you feel worse."

Seeing her pale little face, he couldn't help but reach out and touch it. Izabella acted much more behaved when she was sick, and for a moment, he felt like it was back to the old times.

If Izabella would only behave like this when she's sick, he thought, maybe it's better for her to just stay sick.

He was so biased, wanting to control every aspect of Izabella's life---her time, her mind and body, hell, even whether she felt comfortable or not.

A lot happened tonight, but it wasn't too late – just past ten. Brett usually slept before eleven, so he took a shower and received a call, going to his study to deal with work stuff.

Not long after Brett left, Izabella's phone rang too. Groggily, she reached for the phone in the drawer.

She focused her eyes on the caller ID on the screen and saw that it was her old assistant.

"Hello?"

"Ms. Salotti, are you resting?"

It had been too long since she had heard that title, and it felt like a lifetime ago.

"I was about to, what's up, Mr. Briggs?"

"Ms. Salotti, remember the Happy Nest Orphanage you were sponsoring before? The dean of the orphanage contacted me again, asking if you would be available to attend a banquet there on May 21st."

She had sponsored the orphanage for four years, and each year on May 21st, the dean would invite her to a banquet there.

May 21st was a special day. It was her birthday and the memorial day of her mother.

She never celebrated her birthday and never mentioned it to anyone.

For the four years she was married to Brett, every year on that day, she'd go to the cemetery in the morning and wait for him to come back in the afternoon.

Two years ago, to have him come back and spend the night with her, she even had Kaley taken away. That night, Brett was like a demon and nearly strangled her to death in bed.