Chapter 66
Izabe was like a broken tape recorder, talking incoherently, perhaps even she didn''t know what
she was saying. Her mind was a mess, but her heart was even more chaotic.
Her words were like a few stones thrown into Brett''s calm heart, stirring up ripples only to return to
calm again in no time.
Brett''s heart ached for some unknown reason, as he stared at Izabe, but Kaley''s image appeared
in his mind instead.
What was Izabe to him? Why would he be afraid of those hypothetical situations she raised?
Today was a sunny day, with bright sunlight shining through the windows, filling the entire ward with
a cozy warmth. Even the gloominess in the corners seemed to have been swept away. Yet, despite
the warmth, Brett broke out in a cold sweat.
Suddenly standing up, he grabbed Izabe''s thin chin and mocked, "Trying to get me to let you go
by ying the pity card? I don''t know if your assumptions wille true, but you did something you
shouldn''t have. You think a few words can erase your mistakes?"
Izabe was stunned for a second, thenughed, "You figured it out?"
Izabe, half of her face in shadow, looked somewhat elusive as she faced the light.
Just as he thought! Brett felt relieved to have his suspicions confirmed. He wanted to teach her a
lesson, but seeing her injured like a patched-up doll that seemed like it could fall apart with a single
pull, he couldn''t do it.
"Let''s go."
Brett''sck of anger caught Izabe off guard. She nodded, picking up the bag of medicines - five
bottles rattling inside.
"What are you carrying?"
Hospital stuff, of course, Brett obviously knew but asked anyway.
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"Medicine. I ran out of stomach meds, and some supplements..."
Taking supplements too - just how weak had Izabe be? Brett remembered that she used to
hate the taste of bitter medicine, preferring injections over taking pills. But now she had bought so
many, apparently reaching a point of no choice.
Izabe''s knee was injured, causing pain as she walked. She gritted her teeth and tried to maintain
herposure, but only took a few steps before Brett lifted her up.
Impatient, Brett seemed annoyed by how slow she was walking.
The car was parked at the hospital entrance. Brett ced Izabe in the passenger seat, closed the
door and walked to the driver''s side.
Izabe buckled her seatbelt, leaned against the window and lowered her head.
Time hadn''t been unkind to her looks. From their first encounter six years ago until now, all time had
done was wash away her childishness, shaping her into a unique, attractive woman. Even sitting
quietly made her pleasing to the eye.
Izabe stared out the window, while Brett lit a cigarette single-handedly. Driving and smoking
wasn''t a good habit.
She smelled the smoke and wanted to remind him, but before she could speak, he bit on the
cigarette and said, "If it bothers you, hold your breath."
Brett wasn’t afraid of causing an ident. He smoked to specifically make Izabe ufortable,
knowing that she hated the smell.
She swallowed her words, letting the cold breeze in through the cracked window instead.
She wore a hospital gown - poor material and one size too big. It billowed with every gust of wind,
making her look even tinier, like a person about to be blown away.
All of a sudden, Brett found this sight of Izabe irritating. He took two puffs of his cigarette before
putting it out in frustration.
At that moment, a family of three passed by the window. A tall, strong man had his child on his
shoulders, while the woman smiled warmly at the yful father and child.
Izabe stared at the scene, her gaze lingering even after the car had driven past.
Brett saw it too, but what caught his attention was the kid, reminding him of the thought he''d had
previously about getting Izabe pregnant.
She hadn''t used any contraception after being discharged from the hospital, chances were she
might already be carrying his child.
Once this idea took hold, it quickly grew on him. He couldn''t help but feel excited about the prospect
of the child that would be born from Izabe.