Chapter 259


    Izabe was pregnant, and Brett totally didn''t see thating. He''d been careful every time, so how


    could Izabe possibly get pregnant?


    Where did it go wrong? Brett calcted the time, and Izabe had been with him all the time, with


    no chance to sneak out. The only time she went out was to the hospital, and that time he even sent


    someone to follow her.


    Brett leaned against the wall, holding his head with both hands. Izabe couldn''t have this baby,


    considering her health and their rtionship. She shouldn''t be pregnant.


    Thinking of the child who was about to be aborted, Brett''s eyes reddened, his heart ached like a


    knife, and he could hardly breathe.


    Stevenson also learned about Izabe''s pregnancy. He looked at Brett seriously and asked, "Do


    you want this child?"


    "I can''t." It was not that he didn''t want to, it was that he couldn''t.


    "Her body doesn''t allow her to get pregnant, does it?"


    "Yes." If they decided to have a baby, Izabe might pay with her life.


    "How are you going to tell her?" Stevenson asked, "If you tell her that she can''t have a baby


    because of stomach cancer, she might remember the past."


    When Stevenson hypnotized her, the first thing he sealed was her painful memories, one of which


    was stomach cancer.


    It was like putting a lock on her memory, and if the lock was unlocked, she would sessfully


    regain her memory.


    "Don''t tell her." Brett replied briefly.


    "Having a child aborted without knowing anything, she''ll hate you."


    "This hate is nothingpared to what she''d hate after recovering her memory."


    Brett returned to the bedside and watched over Izabe, looking at her t stomach.


    When Izabe was pregnant with their first child, he identally threw her downstairs, and the child


    was lost. At that time, he watched her blood flow down, and he went crazy.


    The doctor said it was not easy for her to get pregnant because of her weak womb wall. At that


    time, he only had one thought: to take good care of Izabe''s body so that she could give birth to


    his child.


    Their rtionship was tense during that period, and all Izabe wanted was to leave him.


    He didn''t know how to keep her, so he could only use their child to tie her down. But now, even a


    child wasn’t possible.


    Brett tucked her in, and he couldn''t help but reach into the nket to caress her t belly.


    Izabe felt ufortable and frowned. In her dream, she saw a snake wrapped around her waist


    and was scared awake. When she woke up, she saw Brett''s hand on her belly.


    Izabe''s face changed slightly, and she unconsciously shrank to the side: "What are you doing?!"


    Her eyes were full of caution, and her gaze was more distant than ever. Before she fainted, she


    genuinely expressed her disgust towards Brett, and now she felt sick even from his touch.


    Brett wore a white shirt with the sleeves rolled up. Seeing Izabe wake up, he withdrew his hand


    and pulled it out of the quilt.


    "You''ve been asleep for almost a day."


    Izabe looked out the window and saw that it was already dark.


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    No wonder she felt thirsty with a bit of a headache when she woke up.


    Brett got up and poured a ss of water: "Have some water." He instinctively reached out to help


    her up, as usual.


    But Izabe avoided him as if he was covered in germs.


    Brett looked at her, his dark eyes shing with mes, burning like a hot iron.


    Izabe felt ufortable in her throat and looked at the ss of water in his hand. After


    hesitating, she took it and drank it.


    After two sips, her throat felt much better.


    She looked at him, "Why did I get hospitalized?"


    "You''re pregnant, four weeks."


    Izabe''s expression froze, tightly holding the nket, it turned out that she really got pregnant after


    the ovtion injection.


    No wonder J said those things.


    Even an unimportant stranger could see the clues, and she was kept in the dark.


    "Didn''t you say you''re infertile? Then whose child is in my belly?" She bit her lip, with a sarcastic


    expression.


    "Brett, you''re all lies. I think our marriage and my identity were all your doing."


    Brett was silent for a while, suddenly feeling a little dry in his throat. He stood at the head of the


    bed, with his back to the light source. His tall stature andmanding presence gave him an


    imposing air. He emitted an inherent aura of intimidation that was hard to ignore.


    He sat down, his gaze slightly dropped, "We can''t keep this child." He tried to keep his tone gentle,


    but after seeing Izabe''s frowning, his breath became heavier.


    "The surgery agreement will be sent over once the hospital opens."


    "Smack-" Brett''s face shifted slightly, his drooping eyshes hiding his eyes. After a while, he lifted


    his eyes, expressionlessly said, "Feel better now? If not, you can keep pping me until you do."


    Izabe''s body felt like it was sinking into an ice cave. Her palms were numb, yet not that painful.


    She didn''t expect Brett''s first sentence to be about an abortion.


    She stared at her reddened palm nkly, "This child is mine; I won''t have an abortion just because


    you say so."


    "Your body is not suitable for pregnancy, Be. Listen to me; we don''t need to have a child. If you


    like children, we can adopt from an orphanage."


    "Listen to you, my ass!" Izabe was so angry that tears welled up, "What the hell are you, and why


    should I listen to you to have an abortion?!"


    Izabe usually looked weak and gentle, but now she cursed harshly, indicating how angry she was.


    "Brett, I warned you not to cross my bottom line." She took a deep breath, "Exin why my body is


    not suitable for pregnancy?"


    "The pills you take every day will affect the fetus."


    Izabe sneered, "If you hadn''t mentioned it, I''d have forgotten. What''s theposition of those


    pills, and will the handful of pills I took at noon also mess with my nerves?"


    "No," Brett replied, "That''s to treat your stomach problems."


    "But my stomach problems haven''t gotten any better, I even puked blood a few times! If I hadn''t


    gone to the hospital for an endoscopy, I would''ve thought I had cancer." Sheughed at herself.


    "Plus, I never heard that people with stomach issues can''t get pregnant."


    It was clear from Izabe''s attitude that she wanted to keep the baby. Brett knew there was no point


    in arguing, so his tone became firm, "The surgery is tomorrow, end of discussion."


    Izabe was so angry that it felt like her heart was being grilled on fire, then thrown into ice water,


    alternating between hot and cold.


    As she opened her mouth to speak, Brett said, "I''ve already talked to the hospital staff, and I told


    them you have mental issues. So even if you don''t sign the consent form, the surgery will still be


    arranged."