Chapter 258


    Lies can be good or bad, and Izabe didn''t think the lie Brett made up was a good one.


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    She gave a shallow smile, but the smile didn''t reach her eyes, which were deste deep inside.


    She smiled, but it looked even uglier than when she cried.


    "So you love me so much you want to turn me into an idiot?" Izabe''s eyes were filled with tears.


    "You''re so afraid of me regaining my memory, how can I not mind the past?"


    She shook her head and staggered back step by step. The man in front of her seemed to have lost


    all humanity; he was like a demon that crawled out from hell.


    "I just want to ask onest question: who is Ryker?"


    Hearing this name, Brett panicked. The thing he was most afraid of was getting closer and closer,


    and he had nowhere to retreat.


    Seeing Brett''s flustered face, Izabe seemed to understand something. The corners of her mouth


    raised in a sardonic sneer.


    "Is he dead?"


    No one answered, which was as good as admitting it.


    "He must have been important to me. Otherwise, why would I dream of him all the time?" Izabe


    muttered with a hoarse voice.


    Instinctively, she felt Ryker was more important than Brett, just thinking about the name hurt her so


    much she could hardly breathe.


    It felt like there was no air in her lungs, only thousands of needles piercing her flesh.


    "He''s dead, but he said he would carry me home once."


    Izabe''s eyes watered, and tears flowed uncontrobly. "Brett, you must know who Ryker is, tell


    me everything about him, please."


    For the first time since losing her memory, Izabe begged him. And it was for another man.


    He was jealous, angry, and heartbroken. He couldn''t understand why, after all these years, Ryker


    still lingered in Izabe''s heart.


    All he did was save her once and carry her home more than ten years ago. If it were him, he could


    have done that too.


    They had been married for years, known each other for eight, yet he couldn''tpare to a dead


    man.


    Brett took a deep breath. "I won''t tell you who he is. You''ll never remember him in this life."


    Thest spark of hope in Izabe''s heart was extinguished by his words, and she was plunged into


    utter darkness.


    "Brett, you really make me sick!"


    "I know." Brett said in agony. He always had known.


    Izabe looked at him with the same hatred, pain, helplessness, and silence as before she lost her


    memory.


    He didn''t know what to do with her, nor how they would go on. The four months of them together


    seemed like a dream, and they couldn''t go back now.


    Izabe''s heart felt like it was hit by something heavy, and it kept contracting. She clutched her


    chest, but then her stomach started to hurt too.


    All she could do was painfully bending over, Ryker''s voice from her dream echoing in her head.


    “Don''t like Brett; he''s not worth it.”


    Izabe covered her mouth abruptly and retched. In the end, she couldn''t help but throw up, the


    food from lunch mixed with blood.


    Her lips turned a pale purple, the streaks of blood on them looking like lip gloss. Her face looked


    even paler.


    She couldn''t control her body as it fell back, the world spinning around her.


    "Izabe!" She was caught by warm arms, but she couldn''t see anything, only feeling the


    unbearable pain and difort.


    Stevenson hurried over when he saw Izabe suddenly vomiting blood and fainting. Her pale face


    looked like she was struggling for breath, which immediately rmed him.


    "Get her to the hospital quickly."


    On the way, Stevenson asked Brett, "What do we do now? She already knows."


    "Can she be hypnotized again?" Brett tightly held Izabe, as if holding a fragile and precious item,


    afraid that it might break.


    Shaking his head with difficulty, Stevenson said, "She knows about the hypnosis. It won''t work."


    "What about drugs?"


    "Do you really want her to be a fool?"


    "I don''t want her to be stupid, but I don''t want her to leave me even more!" Brett was like a trapped


    animal, struggling uselessly.


    Stevenson frowned at him and spoke after a moment of silence, "Sometimes I don''t understand


    how you think. You say you don''t want Izabe to leave you, but you''ve turned her into a soulless


    shell. Is she still herself like that? Think about it, can you really face an Izabe who''s like a fool?"


    Brett''s heart was twisted like a knife, trembling as he held Izabe''s hand. "Then what should I do?


    What should I do? You tell me what I should do?" He repeated this sentence, his voice choked with


    tears.


    Stevenson frowned at him and finally spoke, "Only you know what to do. I don''t want you to regret


    it. All I know is that if you truly love someone, you shouldn''t obsessively bind them like you do."


    Brett felt a knife twisting in his heart, tears streaming down his face. "What should I do? What


    should I do? Tell me what to do?"


    He repeated the question, choking on his words. Stevenson looked at the tears on his face and


    pursed his lips.


    "Only you know what to do. I just don''t want you to regret it. I only know that if you truly love


    someone, you shouldn''t try to bind them in such a morbid way."


    Having fainted once again, Izabe vomiting blood wasn''t a good sign. Stevenson felt a throbbing


    pain between his eyebrows.


    At the hospital, after a series of tests, they received shocking news.


    Izabe was already four weeks pregnant.