Chapter 120


    Izabe had been in the hospital for almost a month. When she returned home, the vi was


    covered in dust everywhere.


    Brett was in a hurry to get Izabe home that he forgot that the house wasn''t ready yet. He quickly


    called a cleaningpany and arranged for three cleaners toe and clean the ce.


    Izabe went upstairs, found her phone under the bed, charged it, and turned it on. As soon as the


    phone was on, it kept making notification sounds.


    There were so many missed calls and unread text messages.


    She checked them one by one. One of them was from the orphanage director, another from Mr.


    Briggs, and the most frequent one was from an unknown number.


    The texts were simr. She clicked on them and already guessed who it was.


    Ryker.


    Last month, she had promised to go to the orphanage but was thrown down the stairs by Brett and


    admitted to the hospital before she had a chance to go.


    If it weren''t for these messages and missed calls, she might have forgotten about Ryker altogether.


    She clicked on the messages and read them one by one.


    "You said you''de to see me. Why haven''t youe and you''re not answering your phone?"


    "Why is your phone off? Did something happen to you?"


    "Be, please reply to my messages."This belongs to N?velDrama.Org: ?.


    Just by reading these messages, Izabe could imagine how nervous Ryker was, waiting for her


    reply on his phone.


    After reading the messages, Izabe cleared them. In her eyes, these messages were nothing. But


    if Brett saw them, he wouldn''t think the same way.


    Izabe sent a message to Ryker telling him that she was fine and that she would go to the


    orphanage tomorrow.


    Afraid that Ryker would suddenly call her, Izabe warned him several times in a text message that


    if he called or sent messages, she wouldn''t go.


    He quickly replied with an "OK," apparently keeping his eyes on the phone waiting for her message.


    Izabe shook her head helplessly, deleted the message, and casually ced her phone on the


    bedside table to charge.


    The cleaners had arrived, and the vi wasn''t that big. In less than half a day, the three of them had


    effectively cleaned the ce.


    Brett opened the fridge, and the vegetables inside had already gone bad since they hadn''t been


    cleaned, and the meat wasn''t fresh either. He called Liam and asked him to go to the supermarket


    to buy some fresh groceries.


    " I want to go to the orphanage tomorrow." Izabe said directly at the dinner table.


    Brett put some food into Izabe''s tes and asked casually, "What are you going to the orphanage


    for?"


    "I never got my birthday gift fromst month, and my car is still there."


    With that, he remembered, "How did you leave your car there?"


    "I wasn''t feeling well that day, so I didn''t drive myself."


    "You don''t need to go. I''ll get Liam to drive your car back." Brett filled a bowl of soup and ced it in


    front of Izabe with practiced moves. "Have your soup first."


    "I want to go get it myself."


    "Eat your meal first, then we''ll talk about it."


    Brett''s attitude was clearly one of appeasement, and Izabe''s face immediately changed, "Do you


    still want to restrict my freedom?"


    "I''m not trying to limit your freedom, but you just got out of the hospital and you''re still weak. The


    orphanage is quite far from here, and what if something happens to you..." Seeing Izabe''s


    unhappy face, Brett took a deep breath andpromised first, "If you want to go, I''ll go with you."


    Brett wouldn''t restrict her freedom, but he would monitor her every move - sometimes mental


    imprisonment is more terrifying than physical restrictions.


    Izabe remained expressionless. She knew that if she didn''t agree, this issue would never end.


    The words Brett had said in the hospital were all lies to deceive her.