Chapter 63


    Brett sat on the sofa, waiting quietly without eating lunch, until his phone rang at 1 o''clock.


    He nced at the screen, which showed an unknown number. He answered, "Hello?"


    "Brett, I''m at the hospital now."


    Brett''s eyes darkened, and he said coldly, "Izabe, you finally remembered to call me?"


    As soon as his words fell, the other side went silent. Brett''s eyebrows twisted, his gaze deepened.


    "Which hospital are you in?"


    Izabe replied, "Light of Hope Hospital."


    "Izabe, you really don''t take my words seriously!" This time, without waiting for her to answer,


    Brett hung up the call. He grabbed his phone and car keys, then left the house.


    Hospital.


    Izabe''s face was somewhat nk. After a while, she put down her phone, the screen had already


    gone dark.


    With a hint of gloom between her eyebrows, Izabe knitted them together, only for a shadow to


    suddenly loom overhead. She looked up at Presley approaching her.


    "Done with the call?" Presley asked.


    "Yeah," Izabe nodded and handed the phone back to him.


    Presley looked at the phone and asked, "What did he say?"


    Izabe shook her head and pretended to be calm. "It''s all good, don''t worry."


    Presley moved a chair over and sat down, his face darkened. "How can I not worry when I see your


    injuries?"


    "Presley, he''lle pick me upter."


    Presley suddenly fell silent, the ward so quiet that only their breathing could be heard.


    It seemed as if Izabe was lost in thought about something. After a long while, she came back to


    her senses, "Presley, you should leave."


    She looked up with a faint smile on her lips, her eyes as gentle as sunlight. "If you really care for


    me, leave me. Don''t get close to me or antagonize Brett... I promise you, I''ll be alright before my


    illness worsens."


    It was her illness, not Brett, that could kill her.


    Guilt flickered in Izabe''s eyes. Presley had been injured by Brettst time, and she hadn''t had a


    chance to apologize, fearing it would only fuel the mes.


    Ever since then, she hadn''t even dared to call Presley for fear of dragging him down further.


    "Last time, it was my fault you hurt your arm."


    Presley dismissed her concerns. "That had nothing to do with you."


    Even so, Izabe still felt guilty. She looked at his hand. "Will there be anyplications?"


    Presley was a surgeon, so his hands couldn''t be injured.


    "It''s been fine. It was just a dislocation that hurt for a couple of days once it was put back in ce.


    See for yourself." He waved his hand to show Izabe.


    Even now, she was still frightened by what happened. She used to think that Brett was just


    possessive, but now she realized that he was really insane.


    Izabe changed the subject. "Can you give me a few more bottles of medicine, and put them in


    different bottles?"


    Presley got up. "I''ll get them for you. About your illness, though, are you still nning to hide it from


    Brett?"


    The smile that had been on Izabe''s lips gradually turned bitter. "You''ve seen how he treats me.


    He won''t care whether I''m sick or not. Besides, I''ve lied to him once before, and he won''t believe me


    again."


    After listening to her, Presley turned to get her medicine. Izabe leaned against the bed and


    watched a bird fly by outside — a dovended on a thin branch that couldn''t bear its weight and


    swayed in the air.


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    The dove didn''t fly away. Instead, it continued to stand there, swaying like a swing. Izabe stared


    with a contemtive expression.


    Birds believe not in the branches they can perch on, but in the wings that let them fly. If you want to


    live a good life, you must not rely on others.


    Presley brought her two bottles containing newly developed anti-cancer drugs and two bottles of


    strong painkillers. The anti-cancer drugs were put in ordinary stomach medicine bottles, while the


    painkillers were put into supplement bottles.


    "Take the same dosage as usual."


    "Thank you," Izabe replied as she opened the bottles to confirm. "How much do I owe you?"


    "The medicine is a gift from me. We''ve known each other for so many years, and I still can''t even


    help you a little bit when you''re struggling like this now."


    "No..."


    Presley patted her head, "Listen to me, I can only give you medicine now given your circumstances.


    Everything else, you have to rely on yourself."


    Tears welled up in the corners of Izabe''s eyes. She took a deep breath to suppress the feeling.


    "Thank you."


    She was deeply moved that someone still cared for her in thest year of her life and gave her the


    slightest warmth.


    Presley was always especially kind to her, staying with her longer than even her father and brother


    over the past twenty-some years. He made up for herck of affection as a family. Sometimes,


    Izabe couldn''t help but wonder... Why wasn''t Presley her real brother?


    Izabe wasn''t a pretentious person, so she took the medication. "Presley, I''ve thought it through."


    "About what?"


    "I want Brett to fall in love with me."


    Presley was confused,pletely unable to follow Izabe''s train of thought. He knew what he


    should and shouldn''t say, however, he couldn''t help but want to prod Izabe further.


    "Izabe, are you still in love with Brett?"