Chapter 109


    Brett didn''t have a smoking habit. He took a couple of puffs and put out the fire with his fingers. His


    fingertips got scorched, but he didn''t notice it.


    In fact, he had thought about this oue beforehand, but he never dared to think that the innocent


    and kind Kaley would be blinded by jealousy andmit such an act.


    Moreover, she did it twice in one day.


    When the truth surfaced, Brett found it even harder to ept. This proved Izabe''s innocence, but


    he didn''t know how to face her afterwards, or how to face their first child who had died by his hand.


    Brett looked at his right hand, turning it over and over. There was nothing there, but he saw a blood-


    stained hand. Why was he so violent and harsh to Izabe?


    Although he found out what Kaley had done, Brett won''t do anything to her. He owed Kaley for their


    childhood rtionship and she had saved his life at the risk of her own.


    Six years ago, he had vowed to take good care of her. If it weren''t for the car ident that forced


    him to marry Izabe, he might have already been with Kaley.


    Now, with the Salotti family bankrupt, Izabe could no longer threaten him, but he couldn''t divorce


    her. Just thinking about Izabe leaving him and being with someone else in the future made him


    ufortable. He couldn''t even bear the thought.


    Brett found himself in a dilemma and he regretted finding out the truth.


    By the time Brett got back, Izabe had woken up. She had just had surgery and couldn''t get up, so


    she had to stay in bed. Eating and drinking required someone else to spoon-feed her.


    Every day, someone would push a cart around the hospital selling food and soup, and the nurse


    took the liberty to order some, charging it to Izabe''s ount.


    "Ms. Salotti, you should drink some water first." The nurse tested the temperature and carefully


    spooned the water to Izabe''s mouth.


    Izabe was awake, but her eyes were empty, which was unsettling to see.


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    When the nurse fed her water and soup, she just opened her mouth, like a machine following


    instructions, swallowing stiffly.


    There wasn''t much soup in a bowl, but the nurse didn''t want to feed her too much and put it down


    after a few bites.


    The nurse used a clean handkerchief, dampened with warm water, to carefully wipe her face,


    avoiding the wounds to clean her neck and hands.


    Brett stood outside watching, his heart throbbing painfully. When the nurse came out to throw out


    the trash, he instinctively hid.


    He pushed the door open, and the nurse saw it was him but didn''t pay him any attention, wondering


    to herself why he hadn''t left yet.


    "I''ll take care of her."


    The nurse shook her head, "I can''t trust you alone. If anything happens, Dr. Amelia will me me."


    There was nothing to be unsure about, but thinking of Izabe''s state before and after, he chose to


    keep quiet.


    Brett was Izabe''s husband in name and a direct rtive. The hospital could not drive him away


    and could only verbally remind him not to stimte Izabe again. Brett promised.


    The private room was quiterge, with a separate bathroom and shower, a bed for apanying


    family, and a bedside chair that could also be used for sleeping.


    The nurse was on duty tonight, and she couldn''t watch Izabe all the time, so Brett spent most of


    the time with Izabe.


    Izabe''s face had no extra expression, stiff as if she were dead. Brett couldn''t help but look at her.


    Although this woman was right in front of him, he couldn''t feel her existence. It was as if she would


    vanish into thin air at the slightest touch.


    Brett stood by the bed, looking at the moon outside, feeling as if something had deviated from its


    original orbit.