Chapter 44
Izabe said so much, but Brett just frowned at her.
Izabe went straight to tidy up the bedroom,forting herself while doing so, thinking this jerk
doesn''t understand a word of what she was saying.
Brett saw Izabe pretty serious about organizing the room, he just didn''t understand why she was
still unhappy with the things he said.
He had promised to apany her from now on, wasn''t that her biggest wish before?
Brett naively thought Izabe saying she didn''t like him was just a tantrum and that she''d be fine
after being coaxed a bit.
They hadn''t divorced yet, and if he treated her a little better, she''d definitely be as shameless and
devoted to him as she used to be.
Brett''s self-assurance bordered on arrogance. With a worth exceeding 10 billion, his youthful
aplishments, and a handsome face that drove women wild, he saw little reason to find fault
within himself. Apart from his detestable personality, he couldn''t identify any major ws. It was no
wonder that his arrogance knew no bounds.
He lingered until evening before eventually preparing to depart. Brett had hoped to stay for dinner,
but Izabe had opted for takeout instead.
Izabe ced the food on a small table positioned near the window andmenced eating at a
leisurely pace,pletely unaware of the slightly resentful gaze directed at her from behind.
Brett left. Hearing the sound of the door closing, Izabe put down her fork and got a ss of water.
She stood by the window, watching Brett''s retreating figure. The dim streetlights elongated his
shadow.
Seemingly feeling someone watching him, Brett suddenly turned his head. Izabe instinctively hid,
then realized the window couldn''t be seen from outside.
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She drank some water, and by the time she put the ss down, Brett had disappeared into the
night.
She and Brett were simply not meant to be. After all these years, Izabe had almost exhausted her
love for him.
She had been too obsessed with the past events sixteen years ago, which made her overlook his
true colors for so many years.
Izabe figured it was probably because shecked love as a child, so she was eager to seek a
love that didn''t belong to her from Brett.
Sometimes she really envied Kaley, who easily got everything she had ever dreamed of.
She had liked Brett for sixteen years and pursued him wholeheartedly for six. In the end, she got
nothing but stomach cancer and a broken family.
Love was a matter of personal will, so not being able to catch Brett meant she wasn''t capable
enough. Before, she thought it would be tough to give up on Brett, but now her feelings for him were
slowly fading.
Forsaking him was just a momentary thing. She even found it hard to understand why she liked
such a scumbag like Brett.
After deep thought, she realized that she''d simply taken the present Brett as a substitute for the boy
she knew sixteen years ago.
Without the memories of sixteen years ago, Brett really meant nothing.
Time had worn down even the sharpest feelings, and she no longer cared. These emotions wouldn''t
affect her remaining two years anyway. When she died, everything would be over.
Izabe sighed, suddenly feeling that she had lived a mediocre life.
Despite her waning appetite, Izabe managed to consume half of her meal before disposing of the
remaining portion in the trash.
Once she had resolved her financial obligations, Izabe found herself with a remaining bnce of
3 million. She promptly contacted herwyer, enlisting his aid in transferring ownership of the house
to Brett.
Following thepletion of the necessary paperwork and submission of relevant documents to her
lawyer, Izabe entrusted him with the task of passing them on to Brett.
The process of transferring property ownership wasn''tplicated, and there wouldn''t be any
disputes between them, so it was done quickly.
That evening, Brett took the initiative to call Izabe.
"The property transfer contract has been signed."
"Oh," Izabe frowned, not thinking that Brett would call her about such a trivial matter as property
transfer. She remained silent, waiting for the other party to speak.
Sure enough, after a few seconds of pause, Brett leisurely said, "I''m bringing Kaley back tomorrow,
she wants to have your cooking..."
"I won''t do it."
Ignoring her, Brett continued, "Kaley''s not feeling well, she can''t eat outside food. Make something
light, just like before."
"Brett, can''t you understand what I''m saying? I said I won''t!" She was irritable. Her sleep had been
poor for the past two days, and now being provoked by him, she figured she''d have insomnia
tonight.
After saying this, she irritably added, "Like before? What food did I make before? Did you even take
a look? Have a bite?"
Brett replied, "I''lle back to eat tomorrow."
Brett''s calm tone made Izabe even angrier. She thought no one in the world could annoy her
more than Brett; he could easily infuriate her with his every word.
Izabeughed, "Brett, I''m not the Izabe who used to cook and eagerly wait for you toe
back and eat. I won''t cook for you or that slut!"
Brett''s expression grew cold as he noticed Izabe''s increasing arrogance. It seemed that settling
her debt had made her feel entitled. How had he failed to realize her ingratitude before?
"You''re bing quite audacious, Izabe," Brett''s voice resonated with a chilling tone over the
phone, causing involuntary shivers to run down Izabe''s spine.
"Behave yourself. It would be as effortless as crushing an ant to eliminate your brother," he
threatened, shifting the focus to her brother instead. Such intimidation proved more effective than
any other approach. Izabe remained silent.
Brett continued, his voice demanding, "Ensure that the food is ready precisely at twelve o''clock
tomorrow. I want to see it when I return. Behave yourself and don''t make me repeat myself."