Chapter 13


    The first day was bearable, but as time went on, the pain became increasingly unbeatable


    Izabey in bed drenched in cold sweat Her pale face looked almost transparent under the light


    She had never felt time pass to slowly befom especially at night, sitting in the dark, it felt like time


    had stopped


    She closed her eyes, her mind was foggy and durotiented Cancer patients are very weak, and the


    slightest misstep could cause a fever She touched her forehead and found that her temperature had


    indeed risen


    Her eyes were dry and sore, and it hurt to keep them open, but she couldn’t sleep with them closed


    either. As time went on, Izabe’s mind became more and more sluggish, like a rusty machine


    bing inflexible


    She rubbed the nket on her body and once again buried her head in it, curting up tightly it was


    strange–her body was covered with the nket, but it still felt cold, and her toes were curled up


    from the chill


    The pain in her stomach was unbearable, and even the nearby organs felt like they were being


    infected and rotting along with the stomach Izabe gritted her teeth in pain, making a creaking


    sound in her mouth.


    At this point, Izabe was using all her strength to fight against her illness, unaware of the turmoil


    that was taking ce outside


    The Salotti Group faced its biggest crisis with falling shares, and Izabe’s disappearance left the


    entirepany in disarray


    n also experienced a recent setback when a property investment turned into a coal mine and the


    coal mountain copsed


    Even if he use the entire Salotti Group aspensation, it wouldn’t be enough. Izabe, once the


    daughter of the Salotti family, suddenly became the daughter of a criminal, and everyone online


    was cursing her


    n’s court ruling was scheduled for 10 am Brett wanted to take Izabe to see her father


    sentenced to death. He thought that Izabe’s expression would be particrly fascinating


    Brett was in a good mood, driving with a smile on his face.


    Brett went straight to the bedroom when he returned to the vi. The entire vi was silent, giving no


    indication that anyone else was there


    Brett gently opened the door


    The room was dim, with curtains blocking all the windows and keeping every bit of light out. Brett


    scanned the room, finally spotting Izabe curled up in one corner of the


    bed


    He turned on the light, and the slight noise made the woman on the bed tremble. Brett frowned,


    wondering what Izabe was doing Howe she hadn’t reacted even after he came in?


    “Izabe,” he said as he walked over and pulled the nket off her Izabe, who had been in the


    room for nearly four days, looked pale and haggard. Her lips were blue, and she seemed as fragile


    as if she would break with a slight touch


    Brett had never seen Izabe so weak, and his heart inexplicably trembled with a sharp pain.


    “Get up, stop pretending to be dead” He touched her arm and found it as cold as ice


    In a panic. Brett bent down and picked up the frail Izabe, who felt even lighter than three days


    ago. How could she lose so much weight?


    The feeling of holding her in his arms was like holding a child – a little bony


    The light outside was a bit dazzling Izabe’s beautiful eyes slowly lifted, and they were empty and


    lifeless.


    She finally made it through


    Izabe looked up at Brett’s chin, his thin lips, nose, and eyes, as her gaze scanned him bit by bit


    The tears she had been holding back for three days fell out. Brett felt them and lowered his head to


    find Izabe’s tearful eyes looking straight at him.


    In the past, when izabe looked at him with deep affection, Brett found it disgusting. Now, her eyes


    seemed to have lost their light, and he could no longer find that


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    Brett’s heart felt like it had been struck by a heavy hammer, heavy and painful.


    Izabe was severely dehydrated, and the pain of her illness made her look like a withered flower.


    She was too weak to speak. She struggled to say two words, “Where to?”


    Brett had already carried her to the parking lot and replied, “To the hospital”


    “I don’t want to go to the hospital she protested, having hated hospitals since childhood. To her,


    hospitals were the beginning of tragedy–her mother had died in one Moreover going to the hospital


    would expose her condition to Brett.


    Brett looked at her coldly “You don’t want to go to the hospital, then do you want to die?”


    I’m already dying (zabe coughed, pain tugging at her stomach. With tears in her eyes, she


    whispered “Let’s get a divorce


    “You still want to divorce me?


    Brett’s face was icy as a winter chill, his gaze menacing like countless knives


    Izabe could not avoid it, she swallowed, and then said smoothly in a hoarse voice, “What else can


    I do? I can live without you, Brett. You were gone for four days, and I was still fine”


    Brett pursed his lips, and instead of putting her in the back seat, he took her to the passenger side,


    holding Izabe with one arm while opening the car door with the other.


    “Since you’re fine, let’s go somewhere else He was going to take her to the hospital, but now it


    seemed unnecessary, as she seemed quite lively


    His movements were rough and careless, paying no attention to how Izabe felt Instead of putting


    her down gently, he almost threw her down. Izabe’s head hit the steering wheel directly and her


    head buzzed


    Walking around the front of the car, Brett took the driver’s seat, mming the door shut with great


    force, making the entire car shook


    Izabe curled up in the seat. Her pale face looked very painful with a grim expression


    Izabe had no idea where Brett was taking her. The car was speeding, and the view outside the


    window kept shing by She had grown up in R City, so she knew the Greets well and watched the


    road signs as they flew by


    -Was Brett taking her to the criminal courthouse?


    What was he going to do there? Were they getting a divorce? But if they were getting divorced, they


    shouldn’t go straight to court, and how did their mantal issues involved in criminal?


    Izabe’s mind was all over the ce, unable to make heads or tails of the situation All the while,


    she stared at the foggy sky and the heavy clouds that seemed like they could copse at any


    moment


    To ensure Izabe had enough energy for whatever was about to happen, Brett parked the car at a


    breakfast joint. He didn’t forget to lock the car as he got out


    With a bitter smile, Izabe knew she wouldn’t be able to run even if she tried. Brett, on the other


    hand, was very confident in her strength


    She only snapped back to reality when Brett handed her atte and told her to drink up. She took a


    sip, and the warmth of the cup spread all over her hands


    She had to admit this was the besttte she’d ever had it was so cozy and fragrant


    Tears welled up in her eyes, but Izabe cursed herself for getting emotional Had she forgotten


    what Brett had done to her? How could she let herself fall so low?


    But it was Brett, the guy she’d liked for sixteen years. She couldn’t help it She’d always been weak


    when it came to him–he could just use a donut to win her affection–even after all these years


    With her stomach full of chewed–up tissues, she felt sick even with a sip of coffee. The pain in her


    stomach made her retch


    Brett, who was driving, nced at her and sneered, “What’s wrong? Doesn’t it suit your tastes, Ms.


    Izabe?”


    She clenched her teeth and forced herself to swallow the vomit that surged up her throat. Her


    mouth tasted sour, and she didn’t dare open it for fear of vomiting


    The pain was unbearable, and Izabe had no choice but to lean back in her seat, her eyes closed


    and her lips pursed.


    The coffee in her hand grew colder and colder. The one who really cared about her wouldn’t have


    asked about her coffee, they would have asked about her well being


    Izabe pressed the cold coffee cup to her chest, but it couldn’t warm her up anymore.


    Upon arriving at the courthouse, Brett parked the car in the underground parking lot.


    Izabe reached for the car door and struggled to push it open, but in the end Brett opened the door


    for her and dragged her out of the car.


    “Useless‘‘


    Izabe didn’t respond.


    Pleased with her docility, he took the coffee cup from her hand and threw it into a trash can.


    As they entered the courthouse, they saw a crowd of spectators, lots of police cars, and even a few


    news vans Izabe felt increasingly uneasy.


    Izabe’s legs had little strength, and Brett took her around the waist, seemingly intimately, but in


    reality, he thought she was walking too slow and was dragging her forward


    Few people recognized her, and they whispered and pointed. One remark cut through the rest, ‘Her


    dad’s about to be sentenced to death, and she’s still all lovey–dovey with some guy Shameless!”


    Izabe’s only strength was instantly drained from her body, and she was fainted, shivering as if


    she had a cramp in her calves.


    She looked up at him stiffly, and he grinned coldly, his eyes filled with mockery.


    “What are you bringing me here for?” Izabe gritted her teeth, already guessing the answer. But


    the mere thought of it sent shivers down her spine.


    “Just go in and see for yourself. What are you so scared of?”


    “I don’t want to go in! Brett, let me go! I want to go home!‘


    Just moments ago, she had looked defeated and lifeless. Now, she was frantically struggling, her


    face twisted in fear, looking like a madwoman.


    “You’ve guessed it, haven’t you, Izabe?” Brett tightened his grip on her, his smile growing more


    sarcastic. “If you’re already like this now, how are you going to handle what’sing next?”