Chapter 65


    Brett arrived at the hospital at 2 o''clock and headed straight to the ward after asking the


    receptionist. He had a nasty look on his face and looked like he was ready to fight, which made the


    medical staff who passed by him wary, but he didn''t seem to care.


    He kicked the door open viciously, and his gloomy gaze fell on Izabe. The first thing he checked


    was not her injuries but for any additional marks on her body.


    He walked up to her, grabbed Izabe by the cor, and inspected her neck and lips, as if he were


    examining a cheating wife.


    Izabe knew what he was thinking and let him look. On the surface, she didn''t care, but deep


    down, she felt ashamed. When she noticed Brett''s grip loosen, she tightened her lips.


    Izabe mocked, "Done checking?"


    Brett let go of her and looked at the chair behind him, moving his hand to sit down. "Izabe, didn''t I


    tell you to wait for me toe back obediently?"


    How obedient should she be? Wait on the balcony for death? Izabe remained silent.


    Brett''s expression changed slightly, "How did you get into the hospital?"


    "I fainted, and Presley brought me here."


    "Being overdramatic, huh? Fainting all the time. You didn''t catch some weird disease, did you?" His


    words were sarcastic and hurtful to her ears.


    Izabe felt embarrassed and the more she thought about it, the more irritated she became, as if


    there was a fire burning in her chest.


    Brett didn''t care about her, so he didn''t know the severity of the situation. He didn''t realize that every


    time she vomited blood, her life was shortened.


    "Brett, have you ever thought that I might die?"


    Brett''s heart felt like it had been stung by something. It wasn''t lethal or too painful, but that feeling


    lingered and made him ufortable, making his face slightly darker.


    With her gray eyes staring straight at Brett, Izabe couldn''tprehend how much she loved this


    man. As if all it took was a little kindness from him, and she would willingly tear her heart out for


    him.


    Books say that giving will be rewarded, but after all these years of giving, all she got waste-stage


    stomach cancer and her dignity trampled and humiliated by him.


    Izabe was a bit absent-minded, then croaked, "Kaley and I have the same blood type. If one day I


    really lose too much blood, would you let her donate blood to me?"


    Brett had never thought about Kaley donating blood to Izabe. It was obvious who was weaker


    between the two. Kaley had a clotting disorder and wasn''t in the best health. How long would it take


    for her to rece any blood that was taken?


    Wasn''t Izabe humiliating herself by asking this question? How could shepare to Kaley? Let


    Kaley give her blood?


    After all these years of marriage, she knew what Brett was thinking with just one nce. Izabe


    mocked herself, "Brett, do you think I''d never get sick and die?"


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    Izabe''s gentle eyes were filled with sadness. She had to taste the bitterness she had sown


    herself. She took a breath, suppressing the pain in her chest, and continued with a trembling voice,


    "I know my ce in your heart, and I don''t need you to tell me. I''m dispensable. But if one day I die,


    will you feel even a tiny bit of regret?"


    "Like that time I was rushed into the emergency room, did you ever think that I might note out


    alive? Did you ever think that the doctor might give you my death notice instead of a critical


    condition notification?"