Chapter 33


    Brett was holding Izabe''s cold hand, gently applying medicine. This was the first time in his life he


    had been so careful with someone.


    If anyone who knew him saw this scene, they''d be shocked. Who was Brett? A cocky and arrogant


    guy. And now, this kind of guy was actually kneeling before a woman, applying medicine for her, and


    this woman was the person he hated the most.


    Brett didn''t even realize how careful he was, and Izabe was like a lost soul. Only the caregiver


    noticed how these two, who were just so full of themselves, were now so harmonious. It seemed


    nobody could break them apart.


    The inte said their rtionship was broken, but it didn''t seem like that was the case now.


    You can''t trust the rumors on the inte, after all.


    Brett had never served anyone, let alone something as intricate as dressing a wound. He applied


    the medicine and wrapped the wound with gauze.


    Fearing that Izabe would fall like she did before, Brett strapped her in the wheelchair before


    moving behind to push her.


    The caregiver hesitated briefly before deciding to trail behind them, keeping a watchful eye until


    their figures vanished from sight. Then, they sought out Presley.


    For Izabe, the half-hour car ride felt unbearably long. Memories flooded her mind, scenes of her


    arguments with n, their heated conflicts, and fleeting glimpses of old photographs where n


    held her tightly, wearing a warm smile.


    These memories felt fragile, like soap bubbles on the verge of bursting with the slightest touch,


    obscuring the haunting image of n''s bloodied face captured in the video.


    Izabe curled up in the passenger seat, leaning against the car door, her head down.


    She was so fragile at this moment, like a cracked crystal doll, with "handle with care" written all over


    her. It seemed the slightest touch could break her into pieces, never to be put together again.


    Brett called Liam and learned that n''s body had been transferred to the police station.


    Following the directions, Brett parked the car outside. Izabe sat beside him like a lost soul,


    unresponsive, her eyes vacant and devoid of emotion.


    Stepping out of the car, Brett reached over and unfastened her seat belt. Surprisingly, she didn''t


    shed any tears or put up a fuss, a stark contrast to her earlier outburst when she bit him in a frenzy.


    This changed behavior only deepened Brett''s concern for Izabe.


    Bending down, Brett gently lifted Izabe, who was like a hurt kitten - well-behaved and pitiful. He


    ced her in the wheelchair.


    Liam was waiting at the door and rushed over when he saw them approaching. "President


    Windham, let me help."


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    Brett dodged out of the way, not saying a word, just shooting Liam a cold nce.


    Liam immediately stopped, standing stiffly to the side as he watched Brett push Izabe inside.


    Only then did he realize the situation and awkwardly scratched the back of his head. He thought to


    himself, President Windham might say he doesn''t care about Izabe, but his body is very honest


    showing its possessiveness.


    Liam went in and led the way. n''s horrifying appearance from jumping off the building was inside


    a room where normally nobody entered.


    A police officer stood vigntly outside, keeping watch. Izabe''s gaze fixated on the firmly shut


    door, her eyes clouded with uncertainty. With a timid voice, she mustered the courage to inquire, "Is


    my father in there? How is he? Are his injuries severe?"


    The police officer nced down at Izabe, attempting to respond, but no words escaped his lips.


    His silence only deepened her confusion. A puzzled expression adorned her face as she wondered


    why he remained mute. "My father''s name is n. Is he inside? He was supposed to attend a retrial


    at the court today."


    That''s right, n was going to court today for a retrial. There was enough evidence to prove his


    innocence, and he wouldn''t be sentenced to death.


    The court wouldn''t sentence him to death, so how could he be so desperate as to jump off the


    building andmit suicide?


    Her dad was just angry, ming her for taking away the life of his lover at birth, and for taking the


    Salotti family, and for not caring about him for four days. That''s why he made up this story to trick


    her.


    When a person experiences intense shock and fear, the body automatically triggers a protective


    mechanism. The brain empties, doubting the reality of the situation, as if it''s all just a hallucination.


    Once the person wakes up, the nightmare disappears.