Chapter 21


    Brit slowly calmed down. He nced at Presley and then turned to walk towards the ICU


    The room was filled with the smell of disinfectant Brett couldn’t help but frown. He took it one step at


    a time as he walked to trabe’s bedside her face was pale and lifeless


    The hospital room was so quiet that it made one feel boundless loneliness. The emptiness felt


    different from home, the morbid stillness made it hard for him to breathe after a while Brett sat down


    looking up at the IV drip For the first time he fell scared


    What was he cared of


    He was scared that trabe would never wake up again


    Brett felt his nose tingle, and tears welled up in his eyes. He went over with a trembling hand and


    took hold of Izabe’s slender wrist


    The patient gown was alread, the smallest size but it was still too big for Izabe. Her delicate arm


    had several noticeable needle marks, surrounded by shades of purple and dried yellow liquid


    “Izabe didn’t know you were so tick” he whispered


    He suddenly remembered the day he locked Izabe in the bedroom She pounded on the door,


    screaming that she was dying


    He had dismissed her cres, not taking her seriously, thinking she was just using some kind of trick


    Just because he had never seen Izabe sick didn’t mean she couldn’t get sick or die


    Why didn’t he listen to her and let her out back then?


    Izabe tabe Tears Elurred his vision. He pressed her hand to his face, calling her name over and


    over, trying to wake her up


    Time slowly passed by At some point, Presley came in to check on Izabells. Her vital signs were


    rtively stable, it was now a matter of whether she could wake up within 48 hours


    Presley gave Brett a cold nce. Both men were worried about Izabe Although their eyes met


    with contempt they didn’t argue of fight as they had before.


    Brett hadn’t slept for 40 hours straight, his eyes were red and dry. Exhaustion was taking its toll on


    his body, but he didn’t dare to sleep. He was afraid that Izabe would wake up frightened or thirsty


    when he wasn’t by her side


    He gently touched the wound on tabe’s forehead, his fingertips trembling She seemed as fragile


    as a ss doll, as if she would shatter with a single touch.


    How long could someone withte stage stomach cancer survive?


    Brett didn’t dare to search or ask, afraid of teaming an answer he couldn’t handle


    Deep down, he knew the truth it was a terminal illness, and she wasn’t destined to die of old age


    like a normal person. The life of someone in thete stages of cancer was like a withering leaf


    falling from a tree


    izabe received IV fluids all day long two bags of nutrients every day, eachsting four hours,


    along with other medicines. In total, she received up to 12-13 hours of IV fluids each day


    A catheter needle was inserted into her hand to minimize pain, but even so her hand became


    swollen and cold.


    Izabe had taken over the Salotti Group at just 18 years old, when she was still a little girl. She


    was strong willed and not only had to manage thepany but also had to deal with her so–called


    “family“, who spent her money while cursing her behind her back


    She had camned so much at such a young age that one almost overlooked the fact that she was


    less than 24 years old.


    A nurse came in to change Izabe’s medicine. Brett watched her quick movements and couldn’t


    help but ask, “Will she wake up?”


    The nurse finished adjusting the IV fluid and looked back, her eyes meeting his red–rimmed gaze it


    was only two days, and this man had changed a lot. His eyes were bloodshot and the eye sockets


    had sunken deeply, and with a shaggy beard, he looked like he had stayed up for these two days


    without any sleep.


    She looked away, unable to understand Brett. The video and photos of Izab kneeling in front of


    reporters had be a hot topic in R City.


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    Everyone knew about it. in a wideo taken by a bystander, Brett stood not far from Izabe with a


    cold expression, showing no intention of helping her. He simply watched as she knelt there alone,


    facing the usations from reporters and the families of the victims


    Reportedly, Izabe had knelt in the pouring rain for a full half hour


    An ordinary person would find it unbearable to kneel for that long, let alone in heavy rain and with


    Izabe’s physical condition. It was no wonder she had vomited blood and suffered a stomach


    cancer attack that day The fact that she was still alive now was a miracle in itself