Chapter 89


    This really sounded like Izabe''s style of speaking. Brett put Kaley on the couch and said, "Trista,


    go call Dr. James."


    Trista nced at Kaley and immediately turned to make the call.


    Izabe watched everything happening downstairs. She had never done anything wrong to Kaley,


    yet Kaley kept trying to set her up and send her to her doom.


    "Izabe, got anything else to say?" Brett''s eyes pierced into Izabe as he walked upstairs, the


    sound of his shoes on the steps like they were stepping on her heart.


    At this point, any exnation would just sound like ame excuse. Brett was pissed off and wouldn''t


    listen to a word from Izabe.


    Izabe''s face turned extremely pale. In a split second, she made up her mind, ran back to her


    bedroom like she was fleeing for her life, and locked the door with trembling hands.


    "Izabe, open the door." The voice from outside sounded like Satan crawling up from hell.


    Izabe took a few deep breaths, biting her lip, and trembled, "Brett, all of this is set up by Kaley. I


    didn''t push her. If you don''t believe me, check the surveince!"


    "Set up by Kaley?" Brettughed coldly. "Do you think she''s like you?"


    In Brett''s eyes, Izabe had always been the one setting things up, like when she pretended to have


    stomach cancer at the hospital.


    That''s how people are. When someone you used to trust suddenly changes in your eyes, everything


    you''ve overlooked in the pastes flooding in and bes uncontroble. Not to mention, Brett


    had never truly trusted Izabe.


    Izabe stared nkly and muttered, "I didn''t push her."


    "You said Kaley framed you, but could Trista have framed you too?"


    "I did say those things, but I didn''t push her."


    "Enough!" Brett interrupted her angrily. "Your words are enough to prove that you resent Kaley!"


    He never thought Izabe would forget so quickly. It wasn''t long ago that he warned her not to


    target Kaley.


    But if Brett were to lock her up for four days likest time, what would she do? There was nothing


    he wouldn''t do.


    Brett started counting down, telling Izabe to open the door.


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    "1---" The deep voice from the outside disrupted Izabe''s thoughts, her hands sping tightly, cold


    sweat dripping from her forehead.


    "2---" He said through clenched teeth, snorting with anger because Izabe dared to disobey him.


    Before he could count to three, Brett kicked the door. The solid wood door was sturdy but couldn''t


    withstand Brett''s violence. The sound of the door shaking seemed like it was about to copse.


    Izabe was frightened, and she didn''t dare lean against the door. Her eyes darted helplessly,


    looking for something to block the door.


    As she was about to move a desk, the door burst open with a loud crash, and she cowered,


    trembling with fear, in the corner, her eyes filled with terror.


    Brett strode into the bedroom, smoothed back his disheveled hair, and gave Izabe a cold sneer


    when he saw her hiding in the corner. "Izabe, why can''t you just behave and listen to me? Do you


    want a damn beating?"


    He cussed but remained calm on the surface. However, Izabe knew he must be furious.


    Scared, Izabe trembled and said, "I really didn''t push her...I didn''t..."


    Izabe dared not look up nor close her eyes. Her eyes were fixed on the shadow getting closer


    and closer to her. Eventually, a pair of ck leather shoes remained in her view, the oppressive


    force suffocating her.


    Brett sat down on the bed leisurely, lit a cigarette, took a drag, soon the smoke covered his face, his


    eyes dark and gloomy.


    The room was so quiet that Izabe could hear the sound of Brett flicking his ashes.


    Brett sat in front of her, the smell of smoke wafting up her nose, and the faint ashes falling on her


    head.


    Izabe felt as if she was being strangled, unable to breathe. Brett''s aura nearly drove her insane.


    She had never seen such a terrifying side of Brett, barely managing to stop her teeth from


    chattering by biting her lower lip.


    "Lift your head."


    Izabe''s shoulders jerked, but she didn''t move.


    Brett''s eyes turned cold. "Do I need to repeat it?"


    Out of fear, Izabe slowly raised her head, her eyes red from crying.


    Brettughed coldly, threw the cigarette on the floor, and stepped on it to extinguish the me. The


    orange-red glow on the cigarette turned into a ck stain, dirtying the clean floor.