Chapter 116


    On the day Izabe left, quite a few people were standing at the door sizing them up. Although


    Izabe wasn’t clear minded, she could still tell which looks were kind and which were malicious.


    And the stares of those people made her uneasy.


    Izabe suddenly felt very resistant and sped up her pace. Recently, she had a poor appetite and


    couldn''t sleep well. Both her mental and physical states were extremely weak, and she was panting


    after only a few steps.


    After getting off the elevator, Izabe leaned against the wall to catch her breath.


    "Can''t walk anymore?" Brett asked.


    Izabe didn''t answer, just stood there motionless.


    After thinking for a moment, Brett finally squatted down in front of her. "Come on, I''ll carry you."


    He had never tried to carry her before, so he was just testing it out. He didn''t expect Izabe to


    obediently climb onto his back, especially since she absolutely despised his touch right now.


    But unexpectedly, Izabe suddenly climbed on his back, and her slender arms wrapped tightly


    around his neck.


    Brett''s heart rate involuntarily sped up. Izabe was so skinny that when he carried her, it didn''t feel


    like the weight of an adult woman.


    Furrowing his brows, Brett carefully stood up and walked to the building next to the hospital.


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    Quite a few people were looking at them along the way, and Brett could feel her trembling. He


    spoke softly, "You can rest your face against my back, and others won''t be able to see you."


    Izabe did as he said, burying her face in Brett''s back. She should have forgotten about the past,


    but she still greedily smelled Brett''s scent, just like when she was lying on his back 16 years ago.


    Could Brett still remember that he had once carried her like this, and even gave her donuts to


    comfort that little cry baby on his back?


    There was warmth on his back, but Brett didn''t pay much attention to it.


    He had already taken care of the hospitalization procedures. The ward was quiet, just as the doctor


    previously said.


    However, this kind of silence made people feel more suffocated. At this time, all the patients were


    resting. Brett passed by a room with an open door and nced inside, only to see a disheveled


    woman sitting on the ground with her head down.


    Brett, who had a strong will, was also taken aback by this scene. He dare not think of the day


    Izabe would look like this.


    The wards here were different from others, the windows had protective bars to prevent patients from


    jumping off. The room was very clean and tidy, and the nkets were neatly folded. The


    surrounding air was filled with the scent of air fresheners. Unlike the wards full of disinfectant, this


    ce was more suitable for mental patients to rx.


    On Izabe''s first day, she was tense adapting to the new environment, and she either had


    nightmares or stayed awake at night.


    Brett was used to her condition, and after going to the bathroom, he returned to find Izabe sitting


    on the edge of the bed.


    "Do you want to go to the bathroom?" Brett asked her.


    Izabe shook her head, "No."


    "Do you want some water?"


    "No."


    "Are you hungry?"


    "No."


    "Then go to sleep." As soon as Brett''s words fell, Izabe obediently went under the covers and


    closed her eyes.


    When she woke up the next day, Brett mentioned these things, and Izabe shook her head,


    indicating that she didn''t remember anything.


    Just like before, the psychotherapist came to treat Izabe on time, and her condition was slightly


    better. There were no more signs of schizophrenia, but she was somewhat introverted.


    "It''s difficult to fully recover in a short amont of time. You should spend more time with her, care for


    her, and give her something new to focus on."


    "Okay."


    Two weeks passed, and Brett began to feel increasingly powerless, not knowing when Izabe''s


    illness would end.


    He couldn''t neglect his work, so he asked Liam to send the documents he needed to sign each day


    to the hospital, working while looking after Izabe.


    Izabe had to take arge handful of pills every day that were all essential, both from her


    psychotherapist and Amelia.


    But after taking so many pills, Izabe had noticeably improved. She was no longer so afraid of his


    touch, and sometimes she would even smile at him. Her upturned lips and shallow dimples on both


    cheeks looked pretty and cute, but her smiles were still dull.


    At noon, Brett ordered takeout for lunch. He knew what Izabe didn''t like but didn''t know what she


    liked, and it''s best for sick people to eat lighter food. He was going to order her some bone broth.


    Just as he was about to ce the order, his cell phone rang. It was Kaley calling him.


    Brett answered the call, "Hello?"


    Izabe was sitting next to him, looking directly at the contact disyed on the screen as Brett took


    the call.


    It was a call from Kaley, but Izabe had no idea what they were talking about. Brett''s tense


    expression seemed to rx a bit.


    "No need toe up, I''ll wait for you downstairs and pick it up."


    After hanging up, Brett stood up and told Izabe, "Stay here and don''t wander off. I''m going


    downstairs to get food."