Chapter 36


    When Brett brought Izabe back to the hospital, she had already passed out and was taken to the


    emergency room. The test results were a little better thanst time.


    Izabe''s body was weak to begin with, and with the strong mental stimtion, it caused her to


    faint. Thankfully, she was sent to the hospital in time, otherwise, it would have been life-threatening.


    During Izabe''s unconsciousness, Brett arranged for n''s body to be taken away and had Liam


    find a good burial plot ording to feng shui principles.


    n''s death stirred up a storm on the inte, and Presley, having just finished a surgery and not


    having a chance to rest yet, overheard nurses talking about it.


    His expression shifted instantly, and he gripped the nurse''s arm in a state of anxiety. "Who did you


    say died?"


    "n," the nurse replied, "the one who received a death sentencest week. Today was his second


    trial, but he grabbed someone''s phone and fell from a building to his death."


    Presley''s face turned nk, his emotions numbed as his mind raced. "If n is dead, what about


    Izabe? Wasn''t she supposed to be present at the court hearing today? Does she already know?"


    A whirlwind of questions swirled within him.


    The nurse in front of him looked at him quizzically for a moment, then awkwardly walked away.


    Feeling like he''d lost his soul, Presley pulled out his phone from his coat pocket, hands trembling.


    He called Izabe first, and when no one picked up, he called her caregiver. After three seconds of


    waiting, the caregiver answered.


    "Dr. Felton."


    Presley anxiously asked, "Where''s Izabe? Are you with her?"


    "Yes."


    "Where is she?"


    "Ms. Salotti is in her hospital room. She just visited her dad and fainted from a shock..."


    Presley was already on his way to the hospital room, running and apologizing to passing patients


    and nurses. "I''ll be there right away."


    All the way there, Presley''s mind was filled with the caregiver''s words: Izabe passed out from


    shock. At this point, she needed someone to be there for her more than ever, but what could he say


    to her?


    Telling her something like "Take it easy, ept your loss" would be like rubbing salt in her wound.


    There''s no way he could say such cruel words.


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    As he ran, Presley suddenly slowed down, his face full of pain.


    Izabey still on the bed, her lips pale and her eyes tightly closed. Brett sat by her side, gently


    sping her hand in his, trying to bring warmth to them.


    A tinge of pity began to surface within Brett, although it wasn''t driven by romantic feelings. He was


    well aware that he could never fall in love with Izabe.


    As she herself had admitted, he had been cruel to her. If there was even a hint of affection in his


    heart, he wouldn''t have been so heartless. No, the one he truly loved was Kaley, the girl who had


    been by his side since childhood and had saved his life six years ago.


    Brett let out a soft sigh, his gaze focused on Izabe, studying her carefully. At just 24 years old,


    she possessed delicate features, with the natural curvature of her lips giving the impression of a


    perpetual smile.


    But it was her eyes that truly captivated people—an endless well of emotions residing within them.


    Even if she wore ragged clothes, it could not hide her radiance.


    In R City, a ce full of beautiful women, her beauty had an overpowering presence among women


    that made it difficult for others to look straight at her.


    If someone was too attractive, they would easily be the target of jealousy.


    There were always two kinds of gazes around Izabe: one was women''s envy, the other was


    men''s infatuation.


    Six years ago, when Brett first met Izabe at a party, her dazzling red dress stole everyone''s


    attention.


    In the past, Brett used to describe Izabe as a vibrant and captivating red rose. However, now, that


    red rose had wilted, its roots decayed and fragile, crumbling at the slightest touch.


    When did it all begin for her? Even her once joyful smile had turned bitter, and despite being


    someone who loved to smile, she had spent the past few years sleeping with a frown, sadness


    clinging to her like a shadow.


    Izabe''s eyshes trembled as she woke up, finding Brett seated directly in front of her, his face


    wearing a solemn expression as he gazed at her.


    Brett looked uneasy as she woke, retracting his hand. "Are you thirsty? Do you want some water?"


    Izabe stared nkly at him, devoid of any energy. Her soulless state frightened Brett. She looked


    like someone who had lost all emotions.


    "Brett, did you see my dad before he passed away? What did you say to him?"


    Pouring water, Brett''s hand shook as he heard her words. The water sshed on his hand, a hot


    sting coursing through his skin and into his heart.


    He didn''t say anything, but his stiff back already confirmed all of Izabe''s suspicions.


    Izabe''s face remained devoid of expression as she stared at the ceiling, her eyescking any


    spark. The memories of n''s final words echoed in her mind, causing tears to once again stream


    down her cheeks.


    "My dad''sst words were to be careful with you..." Those who knew n considered him a gentle


    soul, easily taken advantage of. How could someone like him find the strength to confront death?


    Unless he had encountered something, something so dire that it could only be resolved through his


    own demise.


    "What does your dad''s death have to do with me?" Brett''s face quickly regained itsposure. He


    turned around, his gaze locking with Izabe''s as he held a cup of water.


    "Perhaps he couldn''t bear the guilt and chose to take his own life. Or maybe he believed that a life


    behind bars would be worse than death, so he made the choice to end it."


    "Is that really what happened?" Izabe tried to see through Brett''s fa?ade, to understand his inner


    thoughts.


    "Brett, I promised you that we won''t divorce. But can you bring my dad back to me?"


    "Your dad''s already dead." Brett calmly stated the fact.


    Yeah... her dad is already dead.


    "Then let''s divorce." She can no longer convince herself to continue with Brett. Their marriage was


    a mistake from the beginning.


    Brett''s voice turned icy as he replied, "Don''t even entertain such thoughts."


    "What do you expect of me?" Izabe stared at the man in front of her, tears welling up in her eyes.


    With a voice filled with anguish, she shouted, "Do I even feel like a normal human being beside


    you? What more do you want from me?!"