Chapter 160


    Izabe was lying there with nothing to do, unable to sleep, so she figured she might as well strike


    up a conversation.


    "Where''s Heckter?"


    "He''s been taken care of," Brett stated, his expression devoid of emotion, yet a glimmer of coldness


    flickered in his eyes when he mentioned Heckter. He had hoped Izabe would broach the topic of


    the "body-selling agreement" on her own, but after waiting for a while, all he received was a


    nonchnt "oh" from her, without any further discussion. "I have already torn up the agreement you


    signed, so Heckter won''t trouble you anymore, and your brother will be safe," he assured her.


    Izabe''s face changed, "Whether he''s fine or not has nothing to do with me anymore."


    From the moment Heckter drugged her and Lucas abandoned her, she decided to cut ties with him.


    She couldn''t bring herself to keeppromising under Brett for the sake of such a selfish and


    inhumane brother.


    As Izabey in bed, her previously unfocused gaze suddenly locked onto Brett''s handsome face.


    "Brett, I want a divorce," she dered.


    Brett''s eyes flickered momentarily, as he swiftly suppressed the panic welling up inside him. He


    responded with a touch of sarcasm, "I haven''t even inquired about that body-selling agreement you


    signed, and you''re already seeking a divorce? Is this how you fulfill your duties as a wife?" Izabe


    repeated the phrase "body-selling agreement" in a bewildered manner, then reality crashed back


    upon her. Hadn''t Heckter swapped out the original IOU with the body-selling agreement while she


    was drinking, and she unwittingly signed it?


    Since Brett had torn up the agreement, he must have read everything on it. Did he think she was


    dirty now? That she could sell her self-esteem and body to save Lucas?


    But since she had decided to divorce him, his misunderstanding wasn''t that important.


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    "The body-selling agreement is exactly what you think. I sold myself to save Lucas."


    Brett didn''t even want to confirm whether the agreement was real or fake. Simply because of


    Izabe''s words, he was furious.


    "Divorce? Don''t even think about it!"


    Upon hearing Brett''s words, Izabe smiled and said, "Brett, I''m dirty."


    Brett looked cold and indifferent. "You can just wash it off, besides, you''re not dirty."


    Izabe shook her head, "But my heart is. I''m not the same Izabe who only had you in her heart


    and liked you." She looked calm and peaceful, "I really think our rtionship is meaningless."


    "Whether it''s meaningless or not is for me to decide." Brett suddenly stood up, the veins on his


    forehead bulging, "No matter what you say, I will not divorce you."


    Izabe''s face was haggard, so haggard that it made people feel heartbroken.


    She partially closed her eyes and stated firmly, "Brett, this time I will divorce you no matter what.


    Just wait for the court summons."


    Witnessing her determination, Brett''s eyes darkened, and he sneered, "Aren''t you afraid I''ll harm


    those close to you?"


    "Are you referring to Lucas? Or the Felton family?" Izabe seemed to perceive his thoughts and


    retorted coldly, "I can barely take care of myself, so what right do I have to concern myself with


    them? Whether you choose to harm Lucas or even take his life, it''s of no consequence to me."


    Ever since Lucas deceived her by luring her to the underground gambling city and subsequently


    abandoning her, she no longer considered him her brother.


    Furthermore, her own demise was imminent. What significance did family hold in such a fleeting


    existence? With her eyes closed, everything would fade into oblivion.


    Brett always proceeded carefully and strategically, following the n step by step, but he didn''t


    know why things went wrong with Izabe.


    As Izabe coldly talked about wanting to divorce him, there was also unmistakable hatred in her


    eyes, she really hated him.


    During the peaceful months they spent together, maybe he was the only one indulging himself in


    this illusion.


    Seeing Izabe''s cold gaze at him, his heart felt as if it was being gnawed by something, causing


    intense pain.


    "Do you really not care about anything?"


    "Yes."


    Brett''s face became gloomy, "Then I''ll give you the chance to sue for divorce, but if the judge


    doesn''t rule it, you''ll be tied to me forever, unable to do anything but have children. Can you bear


    that, Izabe?"