Chapter 209


    "Ah--" Izabe''s voice was hoarse to the point of inaudibility, She opened her mouth, emitting


    fragmented sounds of fear from her throat.


    Izabe looked at Brett''s face, feeling as if her blood was flowing backwards. She wanted to


    struggle, to resist, to escape, but her body was too weak to move.


    She had been lying there for 90 days. For Brett, her period of unconsciousness seemed unbearably


    long, but to Izabe, her terrifying ordeal seemed to have urred only yesterday. She stared, eyes


    widened, tears streaming down her face. The blinding light in the room didn''t even make her blink,


    her eyes reddened from crying.


    "Help me, please don''t..." Izabe''s weak scream echoed in the empty hospital room, her hand


    gradually regaining strength, she used all her energy to p the side of the bed. Izabe''s voice


    sent chills down Brett''s spine, he felt no warmth, and the pain in his heart deepened bit by bit.


    He quickly pressed the call button on the wall, then firmly held Izabe''s upper body and controlled


    her iling hands. "Izabe, it''s okay now, everything has passed. Don''t be afraid, don''t be afraid,"


    Brett''s eyes were so sore from the pain that he couldn''t breathe steadily.


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    Seeing the man holding her, Izabe was even more frightened, her mind a blur, memories flooding


    into her brain like a barrage of photographs. "I don''t want to, Brett, I was wrong, I shouldn''t have lied


    to you, I don''t want to rece Kaley, you should just kill me, don''t send me away. I’m sorry."


    Izabe, who had always been stubbornly impossible to admit her wrongs, was now like a child who


    had done something horrible, terrified of being discarded for her mistakes.


    She kept apologizing, but she didn''t know what she had done wrong. She must have done


    something wrong, otherwise why wouldn''t Brett answer her calls for help? She was tied to the bed,


    tormented for an hour, from cold branding, to whipping, her corbone pierced by a sharp weapon,


    the end of the weapon tied to a thin chain like a dog leash around her neck, her hands full of steel


    needles, fingernails cracked and flesh sttered, so much blood, so much pain.


    In the extreme despair, Izabe was on the verge of breaking down. Hearing her voice, Brett was


    completely dumbfounded. He had thought about the situation when Izabe woke up, but he had


    not expected her to apologize to him.


    "Izabe, I won''t send you away. Don''t apologize to me, you didn’t do anything wrong." Brett


    repeated twice, his voice growing heavier each time, his heart bleeding.


    Izabe''s upper body was restrained by Brett, and she felt as if she was about to break. Her head


    was spinning, and she opened her mouth to say something, but she couldn''t make a sound.


    Her wounds had healed, but there were still mottled scars on her body and hands. Her fingernails,


    as the doctor had said, would never grow back. Her hands without fingernails looked hideously


    bare.


    Izabe looked at the man on top of her, trying to scratch him, but found her fingerscked strength.


    Izabe''s strength was no match for Brett''s, and after being sick and sleeping for more than ny


    days, she was physically weak and felt tired after a brief struggle.


    Now, she felt as if a boulder was pressing on her chest, the feeling of suffocation returned. Perhaps


    it was the cancer cells in her stomach acting up, Izabe felt a wave of darkness before her eyes


    and suddenly retched.


    There was only water in her stomach, and when she vomited, she tasted blood. Her once rosy lips


    now looked like they were painted with scarlet lipstick.


    Her face was pale, and a touch of ck and blue was looming between her brows. Izabe had


    been in aa for several months. Brett had sought stomach cancer specialists from various


    hospitals, even inviting teams from abroad for her treatment. Because of thea, even if


    symptoms appeared, they couldn''t be detected, but fortunately, the cancer cells were controlled.


    However, as soon as Izabe woke up, she vomited blood, her vitality was extremely weak. "Mr.


    Windham, please let her go, you''re only making her condition worse!" In fact, Izabe was now like


    someone on a tight string, the tension increasing and cracks starting to appear.


    The moment the doctor finished speaking, Brett felt the person in his arms go still. He quickly


    lowered his head, his heart clenched. Izabe closed her eyes.


    "Quick, get her to the emergency room!"


    The air was filled with a suffocating atmosphere. Watching Izabe being rushed into the


    emergency room again, Brett felt as if all his strength had been drained away, as if half of his soul


    had been scooped out.


    For more than twenty years, Brett felt that his experiences were beyond his age. When facing


    emergencies, even if he couldn''te up with a perfect solution right away, he never panicked.


    Over the years, solving problems had be his habit.


    He was sometimes overconfident, arrogant, but his status and identity gave him enough confidence.


    He never believed in karma, so he acted arrogantly without restraint. Only now did he realize that


    karma do exist. What went around came around, and betraying someone really brought retribution


    upon you.


    This was what he deserved.