Chapter 84
After getting out of the car, Izabe took out the checkup report that was originally in her bag. She
looked at the ultrasound photo, which showed a tiny shadow.
Izabe gently touched her belly while looking at the photo, still finding it hard to believe that there
was a little life growing inside her.
She gave a bitter smile, crumpled up the pregnancy report in her hand, and threw it into the trash
can.
By the time Izabe got home, it was already quitete, almost six o''clock. But since it got darkter
in the summer, it didn''t feel thatte.
Brett came home early and didn''t see Izabe. He asked Trista and remembered that Izabe had
gone to the orphanage today.
He kept checking the time, feeling restless. It was just a trip to the orphanage, why was she taking
so long toe back?
Suppressing the urge to make a phone call, Brett waited for another half an hour before finally
hearing someoneing through the door.
Izabe changed her shoes, and before she even walked into the house, she heard Brett
questioning, "Why did it take you so long toe back?"
Izabe replied, "I was dyed ying with the kids."
"Do you like kids?" Brett asked.
"So-so."
What kind of answer was that? Did she like them or not?
Carrying her bag, Izabe went straight upstairs. Brett saw the things in her hand and thought they
were gifts from the orphans, so he didn''t think much about it.
After dinner, Izabe went for a walk. There were many people walking in the park at this time.
Looking around, she saw couples and lovers everywhere. She couldn''t help but gawk at the
surroundings, her eyes showing a hint of emotion.
Brett and Kaley also went for a walk, not far in front of Izabe. The two of them were holding hands
and looked very loving and well-matched.
Izabe lowered her head, not wanting to look at them but couldn''t help but follow Brett''s shadow
with her eyes.
She went for ap and then went back. When Brett thought of her and looked back, Izabe was
already gone.
Izabe went back and took a hot bath, looking at her t belly. What she wanted was to get back at
Brett, not have his child.
Pregnant women shouldn''t stay in the bath for too long. After 10 minutes, she got up, put on her
bathrobe, and her wet hair hung down her back.
She opened the closet and pulled out an old photo album from the bottom shelf. The photos were a
little yellowed but well preserved and still clear.
Izabe opened a page, looked at the woman in the photo, and her eyes immediately blurred.
"Mom, today is my 24th birthday and the 24th year since you left."
"I had a lot of people with me today, and I got so many gifts, like a paper crane, a wishing bottle, a
music box... Oh, and I had a cake too, but I didn''t buy it myself."
"Mom, I miss you so much." Izabe grabbed the album and rubbed her face against it, tears
spilling from her eyes and onto the photo.
"Why did you give birth to me? Wouldn''t it be better if I went with you?"
She couldn''t let the child in her belly be the second her. She must not give birth to him.
When Brett came back, Izabe was still immersed in the photo album. He quietly walked over and
looked at the young woman in the photo, who looked kind of simr to Izabe, and immediately
knew it was Izabe''s mother.
Why bother looking at the photo album? Izabe seldom looked at it, only when something
happened.
Brett nced at the date on his phone: May 21st. He remembered that today was the day of
Izabe''s mother''s memorial and her birthday.
He had forgotten her birthday again this year. In the past, he didn''t care about it, but this year he felt
a little guilty.
"Why didn''t you tell me that today is your birthday?"
Izabe''s body stiffened as she looked up at Brett who had silentlye to her side.
"What''s the point of telling you? You don''t care."
Brett''s heart felt like it had been bitten by something, stinging but not fatal, and very ufortable.
Just as he tried to exin himself, Izabe spoke again.
"Besides, I went to the orphanage today. I don''t need yourpany."
That pissed Brett off. He was narrow-minded and liked to dwell on things. Izabe would rather
have a bunch of kids apany her than have him by her side.
He grabbed the album from Izabe''s hand and threw it on the ground.
Izabe''s face paled immediately. It felt like Brett threw away not just the album, but also half her
life. Just as she tried to pick it up, Brett grabbed her wrist and threw her onto the bed.
The bed was soft, but being thrown on it still hurt. Izabe felt dizzy and tried to prop herself up.
Before she could straighten her back, Brett pressed her down on the bed heavily.
Leaning down, Brett locked his eyes on Izabe, his calm gaze filled with strong determination and
ferocity.
"Izabe, your period''s over, right?" He hadn''t seen her use any sanitary pads for the past couple of
nights.
Izabe instinctively moved back. "Brett, what are you doing?"
"Today is your birthday, so consider it a reward." Brett grabbed her thin shoulders, loosened his tie,
and unbuttoned his shirt.
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He had a good figure and was definitely a handsome guy among men. He was broad-shouldered,
narrow-waisted, and radiated a strong, confident aura.
However, Izabe didn''t think that was a reward. She was pregnant, and Brett was unrestrained.
She was afraid that this might cause bleeding and miscarriage.
Just thinking about that scene, Izabe shuddered, her face turning pale.
"I don''t need it. Just go staywith Kaley."
"Why are you mentioning Kaley? Jealous?" Brett leaned in, his husky voice sounding like a satisfied
big cat.
Izabe dodged the hot breath approaching her. "I''m not."
"You''re not? Then why were you secretly watching me while walking behind me earlier? Can''t resist
seeing Kaley and me holding hands and not paying attention to you?"
Izabe''s chest tightened, and she was speechless for a moment. Eventually, she moved her lips
and asked, "You knew?"
"With such a hot gaze, it''s hard not to be noticed."
Brett scooted closer, his fingers working even faster, and in no time, he had all the buttons on her
shirt undone.
Izabe''s panic grew even more. Brett had always been domineering, and without even saying a
word, he''d thrown her off her game.
She ced her hand on her belly to unconsciously protect her unborn baby, her mind racing. Brett
was the type who responded better to gentle persuasion than resistance. The less she appeared
willing, the more aggressive he''d be.
Izabe reached up and hooked her arm around Brett''s neck, smiling like a lovable cat. With half-
lidded eyes and a sweet voice, she said to him, "Brett, you need to know how to control
themselves."
"Yeah?"
Taking advantage of her grip, Izabe slowly lifted herself up to nt a kiss on Brett''s forehead.
"Think of this as my birthday present from you. My period is irregr, and I asked Dr. James. She
said I need to abstain from sex."
It had been a long time since Izabe had tried to please him like this. For a moment, Brett had
been overwhelmed with lustful thoughts. But when he heard about the ban on sex, he instantly grew
disheartened.
Furrowing his brows, Brett stared at Izabe''s soft lips before bending down to kiss her again.
Even though she feared him, Izabe had to make herself look like she was enjoying it.
Suppressing her real feelings, she let out a couple of moans that sounded like a cat in heat.
Brett almost lost control, as the sensation of Izabe ying along was exciting and satisfying for
him.
Panting for breath, Izabe''s cheeks turned an unnatural shade of red. Just as she grew more and
more ufortable, Brett finally released her mouth.