Chapter 260


    Izabe was silent for a long time, tears unconsciously sliding down her cheeks. She asked, "Why


    do you treat me like this?"


    "I don''t want to, but I have to do this to keep you." Said Brett.


    Izabe knew he had made up his mind, he didn''t want this baby. Her emotions were all over the


    ce and her face was getting worse and worse.


    "What if I stay with you?" she asked in a hoarse voice, "Can we keep this baby?"


    Brett shook his head and silently said no.


    This was her child, a life in her belly, and her hope. Izabe didn''t understand why Brett would


    rather adopt from an orphanage than have her give birth to their child. Was it because he thought


    she was unclean?


    Izabe nced at the corridor and the room window outside, and her actions immediately made


    Brett understand her thoughts.


    He said, "You''re on the twelfth floor, you can''t escape. I''ll have someone watch you all the time."


    To think that such ruthless words came from the man who once said he loved her like his life, it was


    just ridiculous.


    What was even more ridiculous was not just Brett, but herself as well. She thought she held such an


    important position in Brett''s heart, but the reality was that she was insignificant and could easily


    disappear.


    "Fine." Said Izabe.


    Surprise shed in Brett''s eyes, as he didn''t expect Izabe would agree so quickly. He thought she


    would love the child too much to give up.


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    He even considered how to force Izabe to have the anesthesia for the abortion.


    For a moment, his feelings were mixed, and he felt extremely pain. He said, "It''s good that you''ve


    come to terms with it."


    Come to terms? Izabe sneered in her heart, but her face remained calm, "However, I hope we


    can postpone the surgery. I''m not feeling well right now, and it''s too dangerous to have surgery."


    "Until when?" Asked Brett.


    "A weekter." Izabe saw the worry in Brett''s eyes, and she knew he wasn''t worried about her


    health, but worried that she would change her mind and not have the abortion. She added, "Don''t


    worry, I''ll sign the surgical agreement when the doctor brings tomorrow."


    Her indifference was like a dagger piercing his heart, causing him unbearable pain, but he knew he


    deserved all of this. He didn''t even have the right to cry out in pain.


    Izabe said, "You''re right, this child shouldn''te into this world. His birth is not good for us, and


    it''s not responsible for him either. He won''t get any fatherly love, and with my amnesia and disabled


    hands, I can''t protect him."


    What did she mean by "no fatherly love"?


    Brett didn''t dare to ask.


    Izabe ignored him, muttered a few words, and then covered herself with the nket. She curled


    up in the bed like a baby or a hedgehog, showing no sense of security.


    Unable to sleep after lying down, Izabe touched her belly and said, "Don''t worry, mommy won''t let


    you die."


    The 4-week-old child inside her couldn''t respond or even move.


    As soon as the sky turned bright, the doctor brought the surgical agreement. Izabe looked at the


    surgery time, which was exactly one week away. She had a week to n her escape from here.


    Brett stood by, watching Izabe sign the agreement without hesitation, and his mood became


    heavier and heavier.


    "I want to go back to the vi and rest, I don''t like staying in the hospital." Said Izabe.


    Izabe, whether before or after amnesia, hated being hospitalized. She didn''t like waking up to a


    sea of white and didn''t want to breathe in the smell of disinfectant.


    To her, the hospital was a ce full of separation, and every corner was filled with a depressing


    atmosphere.


    Brett didn''t immediately agree; he was obviously worried.


    Flipping her long hair, Izabe said mockingly, "I''m just a mentally disturbed patient who has lost her


    memory. In this strange city, do you think I can escape your watch?"


    Brett''s eyes hardened, "I''ll take you back."


    That afternoon, Brett took Izabe out of the hospital and back to the vi.


    Izabe''s attitude turned icy, her gaze at Brett was no longer gentle as before, and she didn''t even


    bother to pretend anymore.


    She was radiating a "stay away from me, keep your distance" vibe, making it impossible for Brett to


    approach her.


    "I don''t want to see you for a while." Izabe said bluntly. "I''m a patient, and I have to get surgery in


    a week. I don''t know how risky the surgery is, and all I can do is try to stay in a good mood to avoid


    increasing the risk. You don''t want any problems during my surgery, do you?"


    "So when can we see each other?" Asked Brett.


    "If possible, I hope we never see each other again for the rest of our lives. Brett, I''m starting to get


    disgusted with you, and I don''t want to turn all the love I once had for you into hate. So please, don''t


    come back in this week and don''t let me see you." Asked Izabe.


    Brett had trouble breathing from the pain, but this was the best oue he could expect, after all,


    he was the one who deceived her.


    "Fine, I''ll see you on the day of the surgery." Brett turned to leave, walking slowly, hoping Izabe


    would say goodbye. However, he didn''t hear her say it even after he went downstairs and got in the


    car.


    He rolled down the window, looking up at the bedroom on the second floor with the curtains tightly


    drawn.


    Brett''s heart was bitter, and all he could do was endure and ept this result slowly,forting


    himself that it was useless.


    He gave up so much just to keep Izabe by his side, and since he chose this path, there was no


    room for regret.


    Brett had never thought that Izabe would leave during this time. After all, there were servants at


    home to take care of her, and surveince cameras were installed inside and outside the vi.


    More importantly, as Izabe said herself, her hands were crippled with lost memories, and she


    knew nothing about this city. Where could she go?


    Izabe stood behind the curtain, bewildered. The curtain had ayer of patterned gauze on it, so


    she could see the outside from the inside, but not from the outside.


    She looked at the car outside, and it was too far away to see Brett''s figure as he got into the car.


    However, she could vaguely feel that he was also leaning against the window, watching this side.


    She didn''t know how long itsted, but eventually, Brett stepped on the gas, and the car slowly


    turned around and drove away.


    "See you, Brett." The phrase "see you" should imply that they would meet again, but now that she


    said it, it had a different meaning.


    Izabe suddenly pulled back the curtain, watching the car get farther and farther away. The light in


    her eyes dimmed gradually. Even after the car disappeared from her sight, she continued staring


    outside.


    Izabe leaned against the wall, puking her guts out. She tasted the nasty salty vor in her mouth.


    She truly loved Brett with all her heart, but she had made up her mind to leave him.


    She couldn''t just sit there and wait for him to trap her like a bird in a cage again, unable to see the


    sunlight. She had lost her memory for almost three months, having been in a fog for way too long.