Chapter 60


    The temperature dropped in the night, and Izabe curled up on the ground shivering.


    Besides the cold, her stomach hurt again. She breathed on her hands to warm them a little and then


    pressed them against her stomach, but it couldn''t stop the pain.


    She needed to take her medicine, but it was in the drawer inside. Izabe tried to move, but the


    balcony door had somehow closed.


    Izabe looked at the inside, pursed her lips, and then took an egg out of her pocket.


    Luckily, she had prepared a boiled egg beforehand.


    She cracked the eggshell with one hand, peeled it bit by bit, and ate it slowly. People with stomach


    problems shouldn''t eat eggs casually, but she had no choice.


    The yolk was dry and hard to swallow. Izabe was thirsty, and her eyes longingly looked at the


    washroom.


    Last time she almost starved, and this time would she die of thirst?


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    Izabe gave a bitter smile and licked her dry lips. She ced the half-eaten egg beside her,


    looking up at the sky. The stars had disappeared, and ayer of mist appeared on the ss; it was


    raining.


    A glint of hope shed in Izabe''s dark eyes. She propped herself up and pushed open a window


    with her right hand. The window opened, but her arm was too short to touch the rain outside, let


    alone catch any to drink.


    Suddenly, a slight sense of moisture coated her throat, and Izabe covered her mouth, blood


    oozing out of the corner. The long-suppressed blood was dark red.


    Her pale face showed extreme pain, and she couldn''t suppress the vomit any longer. Her body


    copsed on the ground.


    Izabey weak on the floor, her hair covering her face as she peered through the gap at the


    drawer only five meters away, where her life-saving medicine was.


    A hoarse groan came from her throat, and her stomach ached dully. It felt like the pain was traveling


    through her blood to her heart, anmd her heart was squeezed tightly.


    Izabe shivered, raising her right hand, and her face looked gloomier. A wave of desperation


    wrapped around her, and tears blurred her vision as her pupils gradually lost their brightness.


    At this point, Izabe had slipped into a semi-conscious state, copsing weakly on the balcony.


    The window was half-open, and the cold wind mixed with the drizzle blew in,nding on her body.


    She was afraid of the cold and was wearing thin clothes. She tried to stay conscious, but she didn''t


    even have the strength to move her eyshes.


    *


    Izabe woke up in the hospital and heard someone pressing the bell urgently and then running to


    the door.


    "Dr. Felton, Ms. Salotti is awake."


    Izabe heard the words "Dr. Felton" and knew that Presley had saved her again.


    "How are you? Does it still hurt?" Presley looked at Izabe lying on the bed.


    Izabe looked at him with a confused expression and croaked, "It doesn''t hurt, but I don’t feel well."


    Her body felt heavy and powerless.


    Presley, as a doctor, knew her difort and what she needed. He quickly poured her some water,


    helped her sit up, and fed her.


    Izabe''s throat was parched, and she didn''t feel better until she finished the entire cup.


    "Do you want more?" Presley asked, looking at the empty cup.


    Izabe shook her head weakly.


    Presley put down the cup, raised the bed, and let her lean on the back, then said, "I''ve ordered


    some food for you. Eat some when ites."


    Izabe seemed to be lost in thought. She stared at him nkly for a long time before responding,


    "Alright."


    Presley made a call, handed over his work to someone else, and then sat by Izabe''s bed.


    By now, Izabe had regained herposure. Seeing Presley sitting by her bed, she felt guilty.


    "Presley, you can go do your work. I''ll be fine on my own."


    "I''m off work today. Let me keep youpany and chat for a while. You''ve been holding everything


    in since your father died. You look sad but say nothing. You''ll get sick like this eventually."


    Presley wanted her to open up, but she didn''t know what to say. She stared out the window, forcing


    the words out of her dry throat, "How did you know I got in trouble?"


    "Today, you were supposed toe to the hospital for a check-up."


    After Presley reminded her, Izabe remembered that the hospital had asked her toe for a


    stomach check-up at least once a month.


    "I forgot."


    "I guessed that," Presley said. "I called you several times, but no one answered. Worried, I went to


    Quiet Forest Estates to find you and saw you..."


    "Brett is such a scumbag!"


    Presley would never forget the scene when he broke into Izabe''s house.


    Izabe was curled up on the balcony floor, freezing cold, soaking wet, andpletely weak.


    At that time, Izabe had a weak breath and felt as cold as ice. She was so pitiful, and he didn''t


    know how Brett could be so cruel.


    Fortunately, he found Izabe in time and took her to the hospital in time.


    Her stomach, however, was worse than before. The cancer cells had spread faster, and she might


    not evenst a year, let alone two.


    "Thank you for saving me again," Izabe smiled.