Chapter 256
When Brett heard a scream from the bathroom, he rushed in right away. Seeing Izabe lying on
the floor, he felt like his soul was struck hard for a moment.
Before his brain could react, he hurriedly picked her up and took her to the nearest hospital.
The examination results weren''t promising. Izabe''s health had never been great, and though
she''d been trying to hold on, her stomach was deteriorating step by step. Even the world''s most
advanced cancer drugs couldn''t cure her, only providing some relief.
The strawberry cake she''d eaten almost killed her because she was allergic to strawberries.
As Brett recalled the past, he remembered how Izabe loved strawberries yet he never saw her
eat them.
Izabey in bed, having the same dream from that night again. This time, the scene was clearer,
and she could hear the man''s voice.
The man in the white shirt walked up to her, holding a pink colored donut: "Cry Baby, eat this and
don’t cry, alright?"
She could hear it clearly, but it wasn''t Brett''s voice.
Who was the man in her dream?
In her foggy state, the dream changed, and this time the man, lying in a pool of blood, told her, "I
can''t carry you home this time."
Izabe woke up in tears, who was the person in her dream? Why did it hurt so much just to think
about it? Was it really only a dream? Why did it feel like a lifetime away, like she''d experienced it
herself?
Izabe knew she had lost some important memories, unrted to Brett, but she couldn''t bring
herself to tell him.
So when Brett anxiously asked her what was wrong, she lied and said she''d had a nightmare where
she was about to die.
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Brett''s worry was real, maybe even too much, as if she were truly dying.
Izabe stayed in the hospital for a few more days before the doctor said she could go home to rest,
then Brett took her back.
She still took her medicine on time, but she secretly didn''t swallow the pill at night.
Brett seemed to care more about the white pill she took at night, always watching her swallow it.
Izabe threw the pill in her mouth and quietly held it against her rear teeth with her tongue while
drinking water. As soon as Brett left, she quickly spit the pill into the toilet and rinsed her mouth until
the bitterness was gone.
She''d always been suspicious of what that pill at night was for. They said it was a treatment for her
nerves and memory restoration, but she felt more and more dizzy and forgetful.
She even got mad at Brett, saying she didn''t want to take it at night, but he didn''t agree and
obviously forced her to.
Even if she said she could live without her memories, Brett still insisted she take the pill every day.
What kind of pill was it? Izabe had no clue since it was in a bottle without anybels, making it
untraceable.
Once she started spitting out the pill secretly, Izabe found her brain didn''t feel any difort at
all, and her spirit was even better than before. She also dreamed clearer dreams every night.
"Can I call you Be?"
"Be, I''m not hurt at all. Don''t be sad for me, and don''t like Brett. He''s not worth it."
The gunshot was deafening, and Izabe suddenly woke up, blurting out, "Ryker!"
Her mind was in turmoil, and her heart seemed to stop. Shey in Brett''s arms, feeling his warmth
but no warmth at all.
"Whose name did you just call?" A deep, muffled voice came from above.
Izabe stared wide-eyed, her eyes and nose aching. Staring nkly at Brett''s jaw, she felt deaf, all
she could hear was a buzzing noise.
Brett asked again, "What did you dream about?" He hugged her tightly, making it hard for her to
breathe.
Izabe mumbled, "I forgot. Did I just scream out loud?"
Brett turned on themp, casting an orange glow over the room and Izabe''s face.
With a bewildered look on her face and foggy eyes, Izabe was sweaty. "I forgot what I just dreamt
about. I think it was about a dead person. You said I just talked in my sleep? What did I say? Did
you hear it clearly?" Her face was full of confusion, not a hint of lying.
Brett gently wiped the sweat off her forehead, "I didn''t hear it either. If you can''t remember, forget it.
It was just a nightmare."
Izabe nodded and forced a smile before snuggling into Brett''s arms like a cat, finding a
comfortable position, and closing her eyes.
In the dim light, Brett looked at her peaceful sleeping face, the name "Ryker" echoing in his mind.
He couldn''t help but hold Izabe even tighter.
Izabe wasn''t asleep, still bothered by the dream. It was the clearest one she''d had recently, and
she even shouted out the name, "Ryker". Who was he? Why couldn''t she remember anything about
him outside the dream? Why did that name cause her so much heartache?
Her instinct told her "Ryker" was someone important to her. And were the events in her dream true?
Just thinking about it made her want to cry.
But she couldn''t cry, she couldn''t let Brett notice anything.
In fact, Izabe couldn''t understand why she didn''t want Brett to know about her nightmare and the
name she shouted.
She leaned on Brett''s chest, listening to his heartbeat, but she couldn''t find any peace.
She tightly clung to the bracelet on her wrist, which she''d never taken off since Brett put it on her. To
remove the bracelet, she needed Brett''s key. Once the bracelet was unlocked, the lock would open
automatically.
She tugged at the lock on the bracelet, feeling it wasn''t a bracelet on her wrist but a shackle. She
couldn''t break free, and the only way to escape was to cut off her own arm.
Brett couldn''t sleep all night. He controlled Izabe''s memory but not her dreams. Lately, she''d been
having nightmares, and today''s was especially frightening to him.
This was definitely not a good sign, man. He was worried that Izabe''s gonna get her memory
back in her dreams.
If Izabe really did get her memory back, what was he supposed to do? Can she really keep her
promise and never leave him, even if she got her memory back, just like she said at the beginning?