Chapter 8


    Izabe had been waiting for almost half an hour but still didn’t get a reply from Brett. She checked


    the time, and at this point, he probably wasn’t gonna reply anymore.


    The dried blood on her hands was sticky and unpleasant, so Izabe mustered her strength to wash


    it off in the bathroom. The cold water just made her


    feel chillier inside.


    Back in her room, she quickly made a cup of hot water and took painkillers and anticancer


    medication. Presley gave her potent painkillers that contained anesthetics, which her body only


    used when she couldn’t stand the pain anymore. Taking too much of those would cause


    dependence and nerve problems.


    She took out all the pills and threw them into a regr container, which went in a drawer. As for


    Brett, it’s not like they’ve known each other for 16 years, been together for 6, and married for 4.


    There was nothing to feel attached to.


    Izabe woke up when the sky was slightly bright, she didn’t likezing around in bed. She called


    herwyer immediately and asked him to draft a divorce agreement between her and Brett.


    When Mr. Collins heard about the divorce, he was shocked and puzzled but didn’t ask too much.


    They just talked briefly about the contents of the divorce agreement, such as property distribution.


    These details were best handled in person, so Izabe asked hesitantly. “Mr. Collins, are you


    avable today?”


    Mr. Collins said, “Yes.”


    Izabe asked, “Could youe over here so we can discuss this in detail?”


    Mr. Collins agreed, “Sure, let me pack up and I’ll be right over.”


    Mr. Collins was the Legal Director for The Salotti Group, so Izabe trusted him wholeheartedly. In


    addition to dealing with the divorce agreement, Izabe also needed to address her will with him.


    She shared her address with him and then settled down at her dressing table. Even though she had


    no ns to go out, she had a habit of applying makeup to make her paleplexion appear more


    lively


    As she gazed at her vibrant reflection in the mirror, Izabe smiled. Despite the challenges of today,


    she found sce in the knowledge that tomorrow would still be there, offering new possibilities.


    Worried that Mr. Collins didn’t have breakfast, Izabe made two servings. However, just after nine


    in the morning, the doorbell rang.


    While taking off her apron and hanging it by the wall, she opened the door to see none other than


    Mr. Collins.


    “Ms. Salotti.”


    “Come on in. Have you eaten?” Izabe asked.


    Mr. Collins followed her inside and replied, “Yes.”


    Feeling awkward about eating breakfast herself, Izabe quickly drank a ss of milk before joining


    Mr. Collins in the living room with a cup of tea.


    He wasn’t one to beat around the bush, so after sitting down, Mr. Collins took


    out hisptop and began to discuss the matter. When he heard that Izabe wanted to transfer a


    large portion of The Salotti Group’s shares to Brett, he couldn’t help but look surprised, and his


    typing fingers paused


    *Ms. Salotti, you need to think this through. The Salotti Group is your premarital property, and your


    husband isn’t entitled to it.


    He had seen many ugly divorces fought over splitting up assets, but this is the first time he had


    witnessed someone giving away premarital assets so willingly


    Moreover, this involves a multi–billion–dor corporation, not to mention the Salotti Group’s other


    shareholders. Just considering her father, it would be impossible to get his approval. If he found out


    she divided thepany in a divorce, it would likely cause an uproar.


    “I know, that’s why I need to discuss with you about my will…” Izabe’s words were cut off by the


    sudden ringing of the doorbell, causing her to rise and answer the door.


    “Just a moment, I need to answer the door.”


    As the door swung open, a dark figure unexpectedly filled her view, followed by an unnerving chill.


    Izabe instinctively stepped back.


    Looking up at Brett, Izabe asked, “What brings you back here?”


    “Weren’t you the one who asked me toe?” Brett’s eyes seemed somewhat bloodshot, and his


    natural aura of authority was imposing.


    Brett pushed the door wide open and strode into the room, “What was that text you sent mest


    night?”


    Izabe blinked, then smirked. So it was about the divorce, she thought. Look at the man who was


    insulting her justst night, not wanting toe back. Hearing about the divorce, he rushed back so


    early How desperate he must be.


    Hearing her ambiguousugh, Brett frowned, scanning the room. Upon noticing a pair of men’s


    shoes next to the shoe rack, a dangerous glint shed across his eyes


    Brett, who was already in a bad mood, felt a surge of anger. He had always had a short temper, and


    he never held back when he was upset.


    He grabbed Izabe’s wrist, shifting his gaze from the shoes on the floor to her face. Seeing her still


    in makeup, the smirk on his lips became colder, “So, you’re suddenly asking for a divorce because


    you’ve cheated me?”


    Izabe’s heart tightened, “Brett, what nonsense are you talking about?”


    *You asked me toe back tomorrow because you have a man over today, don’t you?” Brett


    entered the living room, the chill in his eyes Izabe’s breath away


    taking


    I didn’t…“Izabe didn’t understand why Brett would look at her like this, making her feel uneasy


    and scared. She felt so frightened that she was stiff, feeling as though the air was being sucked out


    of her lungs.


    Brett hated betrayal more than anything else, even if the woman wasn’t one he loved. If she was


    his, even if discarded, she was still his and no one else could touch.


    Thinking about Izabe sneaking a man into their home made his blood boil.


    Hearing themotion, Mr. Collins rushed out and grabbed Brett’s shoulder. All content ? N/.?vel/Dr/ama.Org.


    “Mr. Windham, what is going on?”


    Brett turned to him, “Are you Izabe’s lover?”


    On hearing this, Mr. Collins realized that Brett had misunderstood, and quickly exined, “No,


    you’re mistaken. I’m here today only to draft the divorce agreement between you and Ms. Salotti


    Worrying Brett might not believe him, he quickly handed over his business card.


    Brett loosened his grip, Izabe gasped for air, huddling trembling on the sofa.


    Mr. Collins breathed a sigh of relief when he saw him let go, and bravely asked, “Why don’t you talk


    to Ms. Salotti about the divorce property division first, Mr. Windham?”


    As soon as he heard the word “divorce“, Brett’s aura turned cold again, and the bizarre mood even


    caught him off guard, not knowing why he was mad.


    Mr. Collins felt his legs go weak under the icy stare and didn’t dare to move his eyes, awkwardly


    standing on the spot, not knowing whether to stay or leave.


    It wasn’t until Brett muttered “Get out that he quickly turned around and left, not even caring about


    theputer he had left in the reception room.


    Izabe’s physical condition was not as good as before, and it took her a while to catch her breath.


    Only then did she realize that she was really sick. She had been threatened and thrown onto the


    sofa by Brett before, but it hadn’t been as unbearable as now, leaving her powerless for a longer


    while.


    “Brett, were you trying to kill me just now?”