Chapter 48
Brett heard Izabe sarcastically talking about Kaley. His face turned gloomy and hemanded,
"You seem to be doing pretty well. You don''t need anyone to care for you anymore. Go redo some
dishes."
His words were arrogant, as if making food for him was a great honor for her.
"I''m the one who cleaned the room, bought the ingredients, and cooked the food. Didn’t you say
that Kaley woulde here to take care of me, but now?" Izabe couldn''t stand it any longer.
Frustrated, she kicked the trash can over, spilling soup all over the floor.
"Brett, do you think I care? You said Kaley was here to take care of me. But I think it''s to satisfy your
own desires by having your mistress live with your wife. I''ve had enough of you! I''m done!"
After her nasty words, Izabe felt like crying. She lost her appetite for dinner.
She spent 200 dors on this meal just to irk this shameless couple, and it wasn''t worth it.
Izabe tried to bypass Brett and Kaley to go upstairs and take her medicine, but Kaley seemed to
be deliberately blocking her way.
As Izabe''s stomachache intensified, her red eyes welled up, as if she were on the verge of
bursting into tears. She gently ced a hand on her stomach and questioned in a hushed tone,
"Kaley, are you blind or something?"
Kaley nervously looked at her, disying a certain fear in her eyes. Izabe couldn''t help but
chuckle at the sight, feeling that acting pathetic was her only recourse.
Without much regard, Izabe brushed past Kaley, barely making contact with her shoulder.
Unexpectedly, Kaley stumbled backward like a flimsy sheet of paper, hitting her head against the
table''s edge. The resulting red mark on her forehead and her teary eyes made her appear as a
pitiful damsel in distress, capable of softening any man''s heart.
Seeing the scene, Izabe coldlyughed, "Gosh, now I know what it means to be too weak to
stand up to a gust of wind."
Kaley was picked up by Brett, who stared at Izabe with his icy gaze.
"Izabe, you didn''t take my words seriously these past couple of days, did you? How dare you
bully Kaley right in front of me!"
"Bully her?"
Kaley bit her lip and buried her face in Brett''s chest, whimpering asionally as if she was in great
pain.
Brettforted Kaley in a hushed tone, ring at Izabe. "Get back to your room!"
Izabe let out a casualugh and made her way upstairs. Her stomach was in pain, but her mind,
ears, and eyes remained unaffected.
Kaley''s cunning had managed topletely defeat Izabe with just a few words and actions.
Judging by Brett''s furious expression, it seemed he had taken Kaley''s side of the story.
As Izabe ascended the stairs, her pain intensified. Her legs grew weak, and she clung to the
railing, gasping for air. From behind her, Kaley''s whiny voice could be heard.
"Brett, don''t be too harsh on Izabe. She''s simply upset because I moved in, and it''s her house..."
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Tears welled up in Izabe''s eyes, mingling with the cold sweat that trickled down her face. She
wiped them away, realizing that she had not only lost her appetite but also her home.
It was true - this house was no longer hers. If Brett wanted her to leave, she had no grounds to
object.
Izabe returned to her room, locked the door, and went into the bathroom. She lifted the toilet seat
and vomited up the soup she just had, leaving a greasy unpleasant feeling in her mouth.
Izabe rinsed her mouth and took her medication, this time swallowing two more painkillers.
The medicine made her drowsy. Izabey down in bed, wrapped herself in the nket, curling up
like a silkworm.
Soon, there were knocks on the door. Izabe rolled over, ignoring it. As the knocking grew louder,
Brett''s voice sounded "Izabe, open the door."
Sitting up, Izabe stared at the swaying door, unmoving.
Brett grew impatient, "I''ll count to three. If you don''te out, bear the consequences."
His voice grew colder as he initiated the countdown, "One, two, three..."
Izabe opened the door, stepping into the room.
"Kaley is injured. You need to apologize to her," Brett stated firmly.
Izabe''s eyes reflected a sense of gloom as she responded, "Injured, huh? Is it a serious injury?
Did my gentle touch cause her physical appearance to shatter? Or perhaps she''s suffering from
internal injuries, on the brink of death?"
Her face disyed an indifferent expression, but her words dripped with sharpness and venom, akin
to that of a snake.
Without warning, Brett''s hand swiftly connected with Izabe''s cheek, delivering a forceful p that
sent her crashing to the floor. Her cheek stung, and she knew it would soon be adorned with a red
mark.
Brett scowled, "Can''t you speak properly? Do you only enjoy making me angry?"
Izabe covered her cheek and suddenlyughed, "Yes, I enjoy seeing you angry and frustrated. It''s
delightful!"
Brett saw herughter and asked, "So you''re admitting that you deliberately prepared that meal?"
Izabe had to give credit to Brett for catching on so quickly. She nodded, openly admitting, "Yes, I
deliberately made those dishes to upset both of you. I knew you didn''t like them, so I purposely
made them..."
As she spoke, Izabe continued tough. But herughter was more wretched than tears. Izabe
laughed at her past naivety, her wasted efforts, her foolishness, and her poor judgment of character.
"Four years, I cooked for you for four years. I know your taste better than Kaley, knowing what you
like and dislike."
"I was willing to cook for you because I thought you were worth it. But now I see you as nothing but
trash."
"Brett, I''ve cooked for over 1300 days, and I''m tired of it. As I''ve said before, the old Izabe who
used to eagerly cook for you is dead!"