Chapter 140


    Under the clear sky and bright sun, the sunlight was blocked by the thick curtains, and only a slight


    glow seeped in through the crevices. In the half dark room, Izabe woke up, feeling sour pain all


    over her body. She sat up and gradually got used to the pain before standing up and walking to her


    wardrobe. Opening the cab, she took out a set of professional clothes. As she was putting them


    on, she suddenly saw a box of medicine in the trash can.


    Picking it up, she recognized it as the medicine she had takenst night. She remembered putting it


    back in her drawer.


    Now it was in the trash can, obviously thrown away by Brett.


    Izabe gripped the medicine box, biting her lower lip so hard that it hurt. She remembered the


    nightmare fromst night, and Brett''s gaze in the shadows, which made her feel terrified.


    A chill ran from the soles of her feet to her palms, and she squatted on the floor trembling with fear.


    She was afraid that the nightmare woulde true, knowing so well what kind of person Brett was.


    He was heartless and had no feelings for her; it was all about possession.


    It was like holding a kite in his hand, loosening and tightening his grip, making her fly high but


    unable to escape his control. She was desperately struggling, while Brett was just ying along.


    For the power-hungry Brett, it wasn''t about his love for her; it was about asserting his control. So a


    child was just a tool for him to control her, and he didn''t care about who would raise it, what the


    future would be like, or any potential problems that might arise.


    She was really scared, truly scared.


    Izabe recalled a movie she had seen, where a woman was kidnapped and sold to the mountains.


    At first, she wanted to escape, but she was locked up and forced to be pregnant, eventually


    giving up on the idea of escape.


    So sometimes mental imprisonment was even more terrifying than physical ones. Once resigned to


    her fate, it was almost impossible to escape.


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    She was afraid of bing the woman in that movie, of being powerless to resist Brett. In her


    nightmare, she was locked up at home, helplessly watching her belly grow bigger day by day.


    Her phone rm suddenly went off, which interrupting her thoughts. Izabe turned it off. She


    plucked the medicine out of the box and put it in the bottle containing the vitamins.


    She wanted to shake off the image of having a child in her head, but the more she tried, the clearer


    it became.


    At breakfast, Jennifer made soft-boiled eggs. Izabe found them easy to swallow, but when she


    poked the surface and the yolk poured out, her body suddenly reacted violently. She covered her


    mouth and ran to the bathroom to vomit.


    She tried to hide the blood in her vomit, rinsing the toilet as she threw up.


    Jennifer, however, misunderstood Izabe and thought she was throwing up because of pregnancy.


    Standing outside the bathroom door, she listened to the sounds inside and began to worry. She


    poured a cup of warm water for Izabe to drink when she came out.


    "Ms. Salotti, drink some water to feel better."


    Izabe was a bit weak after vomiting, and her hands were trembling. She took the cup and rinsed


    her mouth to get rid of the disgusting taste before saying "Thanks" in a hoarse voice.


    Jennifer asked her, "Ms. Salotti, do you have some good news?"


    Izabe frowned, not understanding the meaning behind her words. "What good news?"


    Jennifer whispered, "You know, being pregnant."


    "I''m not pregnant."


    "Then why are you vomiting so badly? Is it your stomach acting up?" Jennifer looked at Izabe''s


    pale face. "This won''t do. I must call Dr. James."


    Jennifer was anxious, partly because she was really worried about Izabe, and partly because she


    was afraid Brett woulde back and ask her about it, and she immediately took out her phone.


    Izabe reached out and held her hand down "No need to call, I have stomach medicine."


    "But..."


    Izabe said "I''m really fine, it''s just an old problem, just take some medicine and I''ll be fine, just


    don''t tell Brett."


    "Why don''t you tell him?" Jennifer didn''t understand, it was the first time she had seen a couple in


    this mode, if it was so hard, why didn''t she tell her husband? Wouldn''t she want to be cared for?


    Wouldn''t she want to be loved?


    "Just don''t want him to worry." Izabe blurted out a lie, "You''ll know when you get married."


    Jennifer thought, that she didn''t want to fall in love at all, that she still had a great youth, that she


    didn''t want to enter the grave of marriage early.