Chapter 4
Izabe stumbled back, taking her 20 minutes to walk a 10 minutes distance. The vi didnt have
heating on, making the spacious room as cold as death
Izab kicked off her high heels, and like a drunk person, she staggered into the bathroom She
turned on the hot water in the bathtub and let at fill halfway One moment she was standing firm and
the next, she was like a corpse slumped in the tub Warm water spread around her, and there was
no sound at all Her long red dress spread out, looking like a ring pool of blood, making trabe’s
face even paler-
She closed her eyes and allowed her face to submerge in the water The suffocating sensation
numbed her heart as the waterpletely covered her head, cutting off at her senses. When she
couldn’t hold back any longer, she involuntarily opened her mouth, and the warm water rushed in,
causing a wave of nausea to wash over her
Izabe forced open her bloodshot eyes and struggled to lift her head out of the water Her body
hung over the edge of the bathtub, as if someone were tearing her insides apart. Numbly. she
parted her lips and uncontrobly retched Having gone without food the entire day, all that came out
was yellow bile, burning her throat and bringing tears to her eyes Eventually, Izabe rubbed her
sore eyes and observed the mixture of blood and bile on the floor. A twisted smark formed on her
lips, but her eyes reflected no humor–only sadness and
loneliness
She removed her red dress and tossed it onto the bloody mess on the floor–she couldn’t allow Brett
to see the blood.
As it got dark outside, Izabe walked back to the bedroom with her bare feet and copsed onto
the bed. She couldn’t sleep Even when she found out she was ill, she could still dream of the future.
Now, no matter how hard she tried, everything seemed pointless
It took her four years to lose everything she had. From liking someone to being so desperate that
she couldn’t even see a way out
That day. It was as if she had cried out all the tears she had for her entire life. Izabe put her hand
on her heart and bitterly mocked herself, “My stomach is what’s rotten, not my heart. So why does it
hurt so bad?”
Her phone suddenly vibrated in her bag Izabe propped herself up and rummaged through her bag
to find it. When she saw the iing call information on the screen, she felt as if all her energy was
drained
It’s not him. Izabe, what are you hoping for?
Izabe stared at the phone for a brief moment, her fingers feeling rigid as she finally answered the
call
“Presley,” she croaked, her voice hoarse and strained
Presley Felton had been a childhood friend, someone who had grown up alongside her. Though not
bound by blood, their bond was stronger than family Izabe had spent a significant portion of her
life living with the Felton family, and to her, Presley was more like a brother than anything else
In the phone. Presley asked with concern, “Izabe, why is your voice so hoarse? Are you sick?”
“Just a little cold My voice got raspy after I took a nap…”
Before Izabe could finish her sentence, Presley interrupted, Izabe, are you going to lie to me
too? Did you forget I’m a doctor? I can tell the difference between a voice that is hoarse from
waking up and a voice hoarse from a cold and crying”
She choked up, feeling a sharp stone lodged in her throat, grinding against the walls until it bled.
She couldn’t provide any exnation, only a bitterugh.
Presley asked, “Can you tell me why you cried, Izabe?”
Izabe held the phone tightly, staring at the wooden floor No one likes to show others their
vulnerable side, so she shook her head and said, “I can’t.”
Presley hesitated, understanding Izabe’s personality. To put it nicely, she was strong–willed, to
put it bluntly, she was stubborn. If she didn’t want to talk, you wouldn’t get a word of truth
out of her
Presley could only change the subject. “What were the results of your medical examination today?”
Izabe pursed her chapped lips. “Pretty good”
Presley said “You don’t have to say it if you dont want to go to the hospital and look up your
examination report myself. I’m qualified to do that as a doctor”
He was a doctor at that hospital, and finding the information would be a piece of cake for him
Damn t
“Will you tell me or do you want me to find out on my own? The choice is yours “He continued to
push her
The phone fell silent, so quiet that she could hear his breathing Izabe finally gave in. “Cancer Late
stage stomach cancer”
Presley was speechless
On the other end, he seemed to be holding back, as messy breaths kepting through the call
“How is that possible you’re so young. Presley murmured to himself, his voice bing choked up
Despite the distance. Izabe could feel his sadness. He was heartbroken for her. Having someone
care about her before her death made her feel content
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“Come back to the hospital, and I do a re–examination.
Izabe refused, “No matter how many times I’m checked, the result will be the same Presley, I
know my own body. Maybe this is just karma…
“What nonsense are you talking about! Izabe, listen to me. Check in and get treated. You will be
fine.” Presley’s voice wasced with sorrow As a doctor specializing in this field, he knew how
severe this sickness was and how much pain it caused
How could Izabe have let it get to this point?
Presley wasnt sure how tofort Izabe. Sometimes it wasn’t about her wanting to live or die,
but rather how much time she had left. She was running out of time, and the hospital only had two
suggestions either stay at the hospital and prolong her life by a few years or give up treatment and
lette take its course. Either way, she was dying
Tzabe, you should get a divorce from Brett. Look at the four years you have been together–he
has tormented you to this point”
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Divorce Izab had never thought about divorce. To her, he was her everything the light she
wanted to hold onto throughout her life. But how could she ever hold onto the light?
Izabe groped the phone tightly She finally replied with great difficulty. “I will think about it”
Divorcing Brett was as hard as tearing a piece of flesh from her chest
Presley insisted that she vist the hospital again the following day, but Izabe’s agreement was
tepid at best. As the CEO of the Salotti Group, her responsibilities extended far beyond being
Brett’s wife
Human endurance is akin to that of a camel, capable of carrying heavy burdens under immense
pressure. However, the camel often sumbs to its demise due to the weight of just one
additional straw
After ending the call, Izabe nonchntly tossed her phone onto the nightstand Her stomach
throbbed with pain, and it seemed unlikely that she would find sleep easily that night. She opened
the drawer and retrieved two bottles of pilis – one for pain relief and one for sleep Swallowing two of
each, she copsed onto the bed, seeking sce in slumber
Shewasnt sure if the pills were working, but her mind started to be muddled and she had
frequent nightmares. A heavy pressure on her chest made it difficult for her to breathe. Shaking her
head, she mumbled incoherently When she finally struggled to wake up, she suddenly realized that
Brett was the one on top of her