Chapter 119


    She hasn''t been in a good mental state these past few weeks, most of the time she was lost in her


    hazy illusions, all she could see was her dead father and that unborn baby.


    Every time she thought about it, it hurt like hell, and it was even worse when she had to undergo


    psychological therapy.


    It was all the pain that Brett had brought her. Originally, she wanted to use the rest of her life to take


    revenge on Brett, but this guy is as strong as a brick wall.


    She overestimated herself and underestimated Brett''s heartlessness. She deluded herself into


    thinking she could make his heart warm, only to find out that Brett has no heart at all.


    "I don''t owe you anything anymore, Brett, whatever I owed I''ve paid off."


    Brett pretended not to hear, saying, "I know that you resent me. I''ll make it up to you properly.


    Except for divorce and Kaley, I’ll give you whatever you want, I promise."


    Izabe didn''t want to talk to him anymore and leaned against the headboard of the bed. Her eyes


    were closed, as if wanting to sleep.


    Brett waited a moment and was about to lower the bed when Izabe opened her mouth. "I want to


    be discharged from the hospital and go home."


    "Okay."


    Izabe went on to say, "Before we leave, I want to talk to Amelia alone."


    Brett hesitated for a moment. Amelia might seem honest, but she''s definitely not on his side, and no


    one knows what she''ll say to Izabe about him.


    "You don''t agree?"


    "I''ll call her now." He had just promised Izabe, and he couldn''t go back on his word.


    Amelia came over after her patient consultation, kicked Brett out, closed the door, and the two of


    them chatted openly.


    "Are you okay now?"


    "Yeah," Izabe forced herself to stay awake. "I''m awake now, but I''m still a little slow to react."


    "That''s normal. You just recovered. So what are you going to do next?" Amelia asked.


    What could she do but wait it out?


    Izabe said, "The only thing I regret now is that day when I was in so much pain from the surgery


    that I couldn''t speak. Otherwise, I would have asked you to help me remove my uterus."


    Amelia frowned, "You still care about that baby, don''t you?"


    How could she not care? Though she was prepared to abort the baby, when the ident


    happened, she realized how reluctant she was to let go.


    "I thought I didn''t care, but the moment he disappeared from my belly, it hurt so much. I wanted to


    die with the baby." She had epted the baby deep down, even though she refused to admit it.


    "When I was in my illusions, I would sometimes hear the baby''s cries, and when I reached out to


    hold him, he turned into a pool of blood." Izabe gently ced her hand on her abdomen, where


    there would be no more response. She murmured bitterly, "That pain was enough."


    That''s what she thought, but Brett wouldn''tply with her wishes. With her uterus still intact, Brett


    would definitely have her get pregnant again, as he said before. However her body couldn''t bear the


    children, she would only lose them one by one. The thought made Izabe shiver in fear.


    Amelia changed the subject, "I have some good news for you. Presley''s research abroad has made


    progress."


    "Oh, that''s great." Izabe''s face didn''t show how happy she was.


    Amelia wasn''t quite sure how far the research had progressed, but their side told her that they have


    made progress, presumably they have developed a method that can stabilize the spread of cancer


    cells, which means that they can prolong the lives of cancer patients, which means that they are not


    far away frompletely curing cancer patients up.


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    "I''ve been prescribing medication for you while you were sick, and Brett hasn''t noticed anything


    unusual." Amelia said, taking a blood sampling needle out of her pocket.


    "I need to take some of your blood and send it to Presley since we arete this month."


    Izabe stretched out her hand, "Go ahead."


    Amelia drew five vials and held a cotton swab against the puncture site to stop the bleeding. She


    didn''t leave until the blood stains had dried.


    Brett took advantage of this time andpleted the discharge procedures. Returning, he found that


    Amelia and Izabe had finished their conversation, and he did not notice anything unusual.