Chapter 121
Brett could tell that Izabe was in a bad mood right now, so he tried to change the subject. "Now
you''re alone at home, do you want to hire a maid to take care of you?"
"I don''t need anyone to look after me." Izabe listlessly sipped the broth from her bowl.
"You can choose the maid yourself, it would be good to have someone at home to chat with you."
He was sincerely considering Izabe''s needs, her psychologist also stated that her current
condition was notpletely recovered and she needed someone to be with her.
But he couldn''t always be by her side. He hadn''t gone to thepany in a month, and arge pile
of documents needed his signature and some social events required his presence.
After Izabe was discharged, she indeed changed. The formerly gentle and mild-tempered woman
would now inexplicably lose her temper.
Before her illness, when she was angry, she would just taunt Brett, but now she would hide in a
corner concealing her emotions. If she was left unattended for a while, several new self-inflicted
wounds would appear on her hands.
Izabe clearly did not want his sympathy. "If you could be gentler when you hit me, I would already
be doing much better."
Once domestic violence starts, it doesn''t stop. Brett used to p her, but since the Salotti family
went bankrupt, he has been less and less respectful towards her, now even more so.
Falling from such a high ce, anything could happen. She could hit her head, and she could have
had a cerebral hemorrhage. Losing a child like she did was considered a lighter consequence.
Brett nced at her, lowered his head, and sipped his broth.
Izabe propped her face with her hand, looked at the food on the table, her thoughts had long
since drifted off somewhere else. Brett saw that she hadn''t even touched her food, his brows
furrowed slightly. "you don''t like it?"
"I don''t have an appetite," Even delicious food tasted like nothing right now, she couldn''t swallow.
"You still need to eat, otherwise how will you have the strength to go out? Do you want to stay home
forever?"
Izabe didn''t reply.
After lunch, Brett took the dishes to the kitchen, opened the fridge and looked at the fruits bought
today. There were fresh berries in it.
He washed a te and ced it in front of Izabe. Having cared for Izabe for a month, he had
developed a habit. He skillfully held the berry by her lips, "Try it."
Izabe frowned, her face showing impatience, she turned her face away, "Disgusting."
Brett looked calm and indifferent. "This is how I fed you in the hospital."
"I won''t eat it."
Brett chuckled, throwing the berry in his hand into the trash can, pulling out a tissue to wipe his
hands. "If you don''t want to eat, that''s fine. But you should eat more fruit. You can''t eat nothing."
Brett had a cleanliness obsession, and wasn''t used to taking care of people. For someone as lofty
as him, to feed someone else to eat, it was shocking.
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Brett was not someone who didn''t do any housework, but his methods were not very adept. After
washing the dishes, he took out his phone and called Liam to arrange a maid toe over. The
age should be simr to Izabe''s, and she should be diligent and honest.
Finding a 20-something excellent maid is not a easy thing, especially with Brett''s high requirements.
After hanging up the call, Liam went to fulfill his task.
Izabe sat on the couch outside, she heard everything clearly.
She didn''t feel that Brett was considerate. She felt irritated. She clearly said that she didn''t need
anyone to look after her, but he insisted on arranging someone toe home.
On the surface, it was to keep herpany, but in reality, it was to monitor her actions, just like a
prisoner.
Izabe was growing more and more agitated, her stomach beginning to hurt. She sat with her
knees up on the couch, her chin resting on her knees, her body curling up.
After Brett finished the call and came out, he saw Izabe staring at the stairs. His heart jumped,
worried that staring at the stairs would evoke her fear from that day.
When he walked over, he realized that Izabe''s eyes were nk. She seemed to be staring at the
stairs, but she wasn''t really seeing anything. She was just aimlessly looking at a spot, lost in
thought.
"Izabe." He called her.
Izabe came back to her senses and turned her face to the window on the left.
Izabe was holding a grudge against him. There were many barriers between them, and just the
matter of the two lives lost was enough to keep them apart. When the doctor hypnotized Izabe,
what Brett thought about was how to make Izabe lose her memory.
But even if Izabe forgets those things, he will never be able to forget.
Like that staircase. Even though it had been cleaned, he felt as if it was still covered in blood. He
could even feel a small ghost floating around – his child''s.
Brett rubbed his temples. He must have been too exhausted recently to be thinking such
nonsensical thoughts.
However, he understood why Izabe would look out the window and feel like a child was crying
when she was sick. Because that sound wasing from her heart.
The next morning, Brett called Izabe to eat. He found a pair of shorts and jeans for her to change
into and took her to Happy Nest Orphanage.
Izabe propped her chin and looked out the window. Seeing a cake shop, she asked Brett to stop
by the side of the road.
"Stop the car, I want to buy some cakes."
Hearing her, Brett parked the car by the side of the road and they both entered the cake shop.
Izabe remembered that she had promised Ryker to bring him something tasty. On the way, she
saw this cake shop, and cakes would be easy to carry into the orphanage. She bought sixty
portions in total.
Brett put the bags of cake in the trunk.
It was Brett''s first time visiting an orphanage. He had heard years ago that Izabe had sponsored
many orphans, which slightly changed his impression of her.
From the passenger seat, Izabe nced at the signpost for the orphanage. "I want to go alone."
Brett nced at her. "Why? Do you feel like I''m embarrassing you?"