Chapter 72


    Izabe had stayed home for five days, and her wounds had begun to scab over. They didn''t hurt,


    but they were a little itchy. Judging by the healing speed, she would be able to go out and find a job


    in a couple of days.


    Brett went to the hospital to pick up Kaley and repeatedly told Izabe to behave herself.


    Izabe agreed verbally but didn''t really mean it. At five in the afternoon, she started preparing


    dinner like she usually did.


    Trista still helped her with cooking, and it took quite a while to finish the meal. It was almost eight


    o''clock when they were done.


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    The doorbell rang, and Izabe asked Trista to open the door. After waiting a while for Trista''s


    response, she took off her apron and went to open the door herself. With the injuries on her body,


    she walked slowly. When she opened the door, she saw Brett first and then Kaley behind him.


    Kaley still seemed afraid of her, hiding behind Brett''s back and looking at Izabe cautiously.


    Izabe stood at the door and smiled, "Kaley, congrattions on being discharged from the


    hospital."


    Kaley just nodded with her head down, looking aggrieved as if Izabe had bullied her again.


    Izabe looked up and down at Kaley and suddenly said, "It''s a good thing you took sleeping pills. If


    you''d cut your wrist, I doubt you’d be able to wake up after an hour."


    Izabe''s words were like a knife, stabbing at Kaley''s most vulnerable spot.


    Izabe wasn''t a saint, and her injuries were all because of Kaley. She couldn''t be magnanimous or


    pretend nothing had happened.


    Kaley''s face changed. She looked at Brett and saw that he was calm, and she sighed with relief, "I


    was impetuous and caused you trouble."


    Izabe smiled and said, "It''s not a big deal. It would''ve been more troublesome if you''d lost too


    much blood and needed me to donate blood for you."


    Brett pushed Izabe lightly, not too hard, but she almost fell because her leg was injured. With a


    warning tone, he said, "Stop bringing up what''s unnecessary. Let''s eat dinner."


    Izabe didn''t say anything, but Kaley, walking behind, stepped up and yed the good guy. She


    tugged at Brett''s sleeve and gently said, "Izabe is just worried about me. You promised me not to


    get angry on our way here..."


    Izabe walked into the dining room, and when she heard Kaley''s "goody-goody" line, her footsteps


    paused, and she smirked. What a waste that Kaley wasn''t acting in movies with such a good


    performance.


    The hatred in Izabe''s eyes hadn''t faded before Brett, who had juste in, saw it.


    Brett stared coldly at Izabe, but he wasn''t really that mad. He had just pushed Izabe as a


    warning, telling her not to be too petty since they had to live with Kaley in the future. He didn''t want


    her to cause unnecessary trouble.


    "Kaley isn’t holding a grudge against you, but you''re still pissed."


    Izabe pretended not to hear him, washed her hands, and took a sip of soup.


    The dinner was peaceful, with only the sound of utensils clinking.


    After dinner, Brett and Kaley went for a walk, leaving Izabe on the couch reading a book, feeling


    left out.


    After Trista finished washing the dishes, she saw Izabe still sitting alone on the couch and


    hesitated before asking, "Ms. Salotti, do you need me to help you upstairs?"


    "No, I can walk." Izabe put down the book and slowly made her way to the second floor.


    Now that her leg could move up and down, going to work shouldn''t be a problem.


    As soon as Izabe reached the top of the stairs, she heard movements downstairs. She looked


    down and saw that Brett and Kaley had returned from their walk.


    Trista prepared lemonade for Kaley. Even though it was a normal thing to do, Izabe felt something


    was off.


    Trista''s attitude toward her and Kaley waspletely different.