Chapter 200


    He thought Izabe would only get some minor injuries, those people wouldn''t give her a hard time,


    and he could save her in no time.


    But everything turned outpletely differently from what he expected. He couldn''t describe this


    feeling. Nothing was in his control and the world was copsing.


    Was this what "regret" felt like? He had never done anything in his life to make him "regretful." Even


    if he felt unwilling, he could quickly calm himself down. He was so confident that when he saw


    Izabe covered with life-support instruments, hepletely lost his sanity, miscalcting for the


    first time in his life.


    Brett felt as if something shattered inside his heart.


    "Izabe, Izabe," Tears blurred his vision as he gently held Izabe''s hand and called her name


    one after another, trying to wake her up.


    He didn''t make much noise when he cried, just tears running down his cheeks.


    "Why didn''t you tell me you had stomach cancer? Why did you lie to me!" His brain was a mess,


    and the only belief that supported himpletely disappeared, making it difficult for him to breathe.


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    In the quiet ICU room, all that was left was Brett''s heavy, mournful breathing. They never knew a


    man''s repressed cry could be so sad and deste, as if all his pain could be cried out.


    The medical staff present couldn''t bear to look. The crazy Brett from just before seemed like almost


    an illusion.


    At this point, anyforting words were useless. Izabe, now in a vegetative state, had shattered


    his pride.


    Brett was crying, but he did not feel it. Only when he touched his face that he realized he was in


    tears.


    He stared at the tear stains on his fingertips, unable to recover his senses for a long time. Thest


    time he cried like this was when his parents died.


    The ce was filled with stifling despair, which made him afraid to stay. But he couldn''t leave; he


    had to be with Izabe until she woke up.


    Brett stood up, his legs numb, and a rush of weakness caused his vision to darken. He leaned on


    the bedside to steady himself.


    After a while, Brett asked, "She will wake up, right?" It wasn''t a question, but a confirmation.


    The doctor hesitated for a moment and nodded, "If the patient''s will to survive is stronger, maybe


    she will recover in the future." He said it very tactfully because the chances of a person in a


    vegetative state waking up were very low. And with Izabe''s stomach cancer, she might not even


    wake up before she died.


    Izabe was still in critical condition, and the medical staff were on alert 24/7, fearing her heart


    would stop again.


    Izabe remained in the ICU room, with Brett sitting by her bed. He hadn''t slept for two days and


    nights, and he hadn''t eaten or drank anything for nearly twelve hours. His lips were cracking from


    dryness.


    His grief was hard to suppress, but it didn''t show on his pale and weak face. So when Liam came


    with his men, he didn''t notice anything unusual.


    "President Windham, what happened to your wife?" It was just an ordinary hospital room, but Liam


    felt the room was much colder than the outside, like the air conditioning was turned on, making him


    reluctant to enter.


    "She’s in a vegetative state," Brett replied indifferently.


    Liam was taken aback, unable to say anything. He gently put the fully charged phone and change of


    clothes on the table and left.


    When Liam left, Brett was alone again. He touched Izabe''s jaw and neck, and his hand slid down


    to her corbone, where the wound had been treated.


    Brett''s hand couldn''t help shaking. His fingertip felt rough just as it touched those wounds, as if it


    got burned.


    His nerves were tense, like a huge rock was pressing on his shoulders, making it hard to breathe.


    Brett''s heart ached to the point of suffocating.


    God punished his arrogance in the most brutal way.


    The phone on the table vibrated. Brett looked over and saw the caller was Kaley.


    A sense of indescribable fatigue arose from his heart, but Brett finally answered.


    "What''s wrong?" His voice sounded hoarse.


    Kaley could hear the hoarseness in Brett''s voice and asked with concern, "Brett, why is your voice


    so hoarse? Did you catch a cold?"


    "No, what do you want?"


    “Brett, I''m scared. Can youe over and be with me?" In the photos, Kaley''s injuries seemed


    quite severe, butparing to Izabe''s injuries, Kaley just had minor wounds. She had a fractured


    right hand and other superficial injuries that could be fully healed.