Chapter 20


    A chill shot up from the top of his head to the tips of his toes, and Bett froze on the spot His pupils


    constricted and his heart felt like it had been yanked by something Brett’s eyes reddened, and his


    gaze stiffened on the “bloody water in the basin Was that the residue from Izabe’s stomach? Why


    was that covered in her blood?


    Presley watched him coldly, but tears welled up in the corners of his eyes wanted to ask you, what


    the hell did you do to her70


    It was him who left her in the bedroom for four days Brett had a mild stomach ailment, so he knew


    how unbearable it was when it red up, let ale stage stomach cancer like Izabe


    Brett was like a drowning man struggling in the water. He reached out to grab the stic basin, and


    because he was using too much force, his knuckles turned white and the veins on the back of his


    hands bulged


    If he had known, he definitely wouldn’t have left her alone in the bedroom for four days. “1. I didn’t


    know she had stomach problems I didn’t know it would be this serious


    Brett looked down at the bloody water in the basin, and the strong smell of blood hit him. It seemed


    like tears fell down from his eyes, causing a small ripple in the basin before returning to calmness


    For a moment, the only sound left in the air was Brett’s heavy and oppressive breathing. Presley


    didn’t feel sorry for him, instead, he felt disgusted it was Brett who had hurt Izabe, leaving the


    once healthy and happy Izabe covered in wounds!


    Presley’s eyes were like knives, and Brett didn’t dare to look at them directly. Looking at the blood


    in front of him, a picture emerged in his mind. Izabe stuffing tissue paper into her mouth and


    swallowing it down, vomiting blood while forcing it into her stomach.


    He didn’t dare to imagine how Izabe had made it through those four days, knowing how much she


    hated pain and suffering


    Brett seemed to have lost his soul, looking around nkly, trying to find Izabe’s shadow


    “Izabe’s in the ICU If you’re genuinely remorseful, just divorce her and stop dragging her down”


    Brett finally reacted, letting go of the basin in his hands and staring directly at Presley “Izabe will


    be my wife for the rest of her life. I won’t divorce her”


    He would make it up to her Brett suddenly realized what he felt for Izabe, it wasn’t love, but just


    guilt and a man’s possessiveness


    “Even if she dies, she can only be a part of the Windham family as my life”


    Brett meant that he wouldn’t let go of Izabe Thinking of Izabe lying in the ICU, still in critical


    condition, Presley’s anger red up


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    He rushed forward and thed to punch Brett’s disgusting face, but before he could get close, he was


    stopped by the swift medical staff nearby


    “Dr. Fetton, calm down. This is a hospital” There were all kinds of things in the cramped operating


    room, and if people got hurt, it was no big deal. The real concern was damaging the medical


    equipment brought


    from abroad


    Presley took a deep breath, clenching his teeth so hard it felt like they would shatter “Brett, you


    bastard, haven’t you hurt Izabe enough?”


    “It’s a matter between her and me It’s not up to an outsider like you to point fingers”


    Presley had never met someone as shameless as Brett before He felt even using the word bastard


    to describe him was an insult to bastards.


    The doctor who stopped Presley looked at his pale face with surprise. Those who knew Presley well


    were aware that he had a gentle and mild personality. No one had ever seen him angry in the


    hospital, and such amotion was exceedingly rare