Chapter 158


    Even though the doctor told him not to worry about Izabe, he couldn''t help but fret over her. He


    would asionally feel her forehead to check her temperature, give her water, and wipe her body


    with a wet towel to help her cool down.


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    After an hour of fussing, her temperature finally normalized. Brett let out a sigh of relief and saw that


    it was already 2 a.m.


    He climbed into bed, facing Izabe, and closed his eyes.


    The following morning at 8 a.m., the doctor arrived for a check-up, finding Izabe''s temperature


    had returned to normal. "Nothing major to worry about," he reassured. "She has some superficial


    injuries. If you find applying medication troublesome, she can remain in the hospital for a few more


    days."


    The most severe injury was the cut on her wrist, which had severed a blood vessel but luckily


    spared the tendons. Nevertheless, a few stitches were required, resulting in a visible scar on her


    wrist that would endure for the remainder of her life.


    Liam stopped by in the morning and on the way, bought a bouquet of flowers and a variety of fruit.


    Unsure of Izabe''s preferences, he picked up expensive stuff, some nutritious snacks as well.


    When Liam entered the room carrying an armful of gifts, Brett was eating breakfast by the window,


    looking much betterpared to the previous day. However, he had dark circles under his eyes,


    likely from staying upte to take care of Izabe.


    It wasn''t the first time Liam saw Izabe hospitalized. In the past year, she seemed to have had


    particrly bad luck, ending up in the hospital several times, each time with life-threatening injuries.


    Watching how Brett cared for Izabe, Liam noticed a change in his attitude, from initial indifference


    to restless concern.


    Liam had always thought of Brett as a cold-hearted person; no matter what happened, his face


    remained indifferent. As for Izabe, it seemed that Brett treated her like a dog he had raised for


    years.


    Dogs are incredibly loyal, even if their owner dies, they still refuse to leave.


    Brett seemed indifferent toward Izabe because he was overly confident, blindly believing she


    would stay with him forever.


    But now, even Brett himself probably didn''t realize how deep his feelings for Izabe were.


    Izabe woke up in a daze, the room dimly lit and her mind nk. She couldn''t immediately tell


    where she was.


    She moved her aching arm and identally tugged at her back injury. The pain made her gasp, and


    terrifying memories flooded into her brain.


    Heckter had beaten her, and when he pressed her down onto the bed and she cut her wrist, she


    thought she was going to die. But then Brett showed up.


    So she must be in the hospital now. Izabe quickly pieced together her situation, but with the


    curtains drawn and no clock in sight, she couldn''t tell what time it was or how long she had been


    unconscious.


    Brett came out of the bathroom and saw that she was awake. His usually expressionless face finally


    lightened a bit.


    With a glimmer of concern in his eyes, he approached Izabe in long strides, bombarding her with


    questions. "Are you still feeling ufortable? Would you like some water? Where does it hurt?"


    Izabe had just regained consciousness and felt a wave of dizziness. She weakly replied, “It


    hurts.”


    To her astonishment, Brett''s expression darkened, and he uttered coldly, "You still have the audacity


    to feel pain even now! How dare you venture to the underground casino alone? Was that a suitable


    ce for you to be?"