Chapter 270


    "Meow."


    The eight-month-old Ragdoll cat had grown to a weight of twenty-two pounds. Tiara kept its fur


    immactely clean. When it stared at you with its pair of blue eyes, it was the epitome of docility.


    The Ragdoll cat was particrly friendly to humans. Even when facing Brett, who looked gloomy all


    day, it would approach him, rub against him with its head, and then leisurely leave after leaving its


    fur on him.


    At this moment, Brett was looking at Izabe’s photos on his phone. The Ragdoll cat also jumped


    over to take a look, hopped onto the back of the sofa, and kneaded Brett’s shoulder with its paws.


    Brett, who used to despise pets and wouldn''t even touch them, didn''t find it annoying at all when the


    cat stepped on him. He stretched out his hand and rubbed the Ragdoll cat''s head, then turned


    around. He held the cat in his arms, and pointed to Izabe''s picture on the phone, saying, "Your


    mom will be back soon."


    The Ragdoll cat rubbed the phone and made a soft meow.


    "Izabe, stop right there!" Brett shouted.


    Would she dare to stop? Izabe was practically running and climbing up the stairs as if being


    chased by a ghost. She didn''t dare to look back, but she could feel Brett''s chilling gaze on her back.


    Holding onto the railing with one hand and her belly with the other, Izabe clumsily climbed up to


    the third floor.


    The door closed, and Izabe frantically searched through her bag. With a shiver, her backpack fell


    to the floor, and all sorts of stuff inside scattered. Seeing that she was running out of time, she didn''t


    bother picking up the items, but instead poured everything out of the bag, finally finding a key at the


    very bottom. Her hands, which were already clumsy due to her disability, were shaking


    uncontrobly with fear. The key was clearly in her hand and the lock right in front of her, but she


    just couldn''t get it right. Finally, she managed to insert the key.


    The sound of heavy footsteps echoed in Izabe''s ears.


    "Be, you''ve had enough fun outside,e home with me." Brett''s words echoed through the


    silent hallway, striking Izabe like thunder. Her mind went nk, and her breathing stopped.


    After what felt like a long time, Izabe slowly regained her senses. But she felt as if she was living


    in a nightmare, being consumed by an endless fear. Brett found her. Was she going to lose her


    child?


    Seeing her clutching her belly, Brett let out a sigh of relief. This proved that she had not regained


    her memory. If she had remembered, how could she bear to carry his child? Brett felt a bitter taste


    in his mouth and moved closer to Izabe.


    His movements were slow, but each tiny step echoed heavily in Izabe''s heart. When Brett''s gaze


    fell on her, it was like a tight that left her nowhere to escape.


    The key in her hand dropped with a "click" and bounced to her feet. Brett slowly approached, bent


    over to pick up the key, and opened the door. From the back, it looked like Brett had Izabe entirely


    in his arms. They seemed close, but their clothes didn''t even touch.


    "Be, I''m here to take you home," Brett said gently. He looked at Izabe''s pale face as the dim


    sensor light in the hallway shone weakly on her frail figure.


    Izabe frowned, her longshes covering her teary eyes as she bit her lip tightly. As Brett got


    closer, in addition to fear, there was also a strange ripple. Having been hurt so many times, seeing


    him again still evoked feelings of attraction, which was truly nauseating.


    Due to theck of movement, the sensor light suddenly went out. In the pitch-ck hallway, Brett


    could barely make out her silhouette. Forgetting his restraint for a moment, he greedily hugged


    Izabe''s waist, pushed open the door with one hand, and took her into the room. He blindly


    reached for the switch on the wall and pressed it without hesitation, instantly illuminating the


    surroundings.


    The light in the room was much brighter than the sensor light in the hallway, making Izabe''s face


    look even paler. Izabe couldn''t avoid this man any longer. She knew that avoiding was the most


    powerless choice.


    "Brett, I''m not going back with you." She looked at him with tear-filled eyes, revealing determination,


    just as stubborn as she used to be.


    Brett''s least favorite thing about Izabe was her stubbornness, her refusal to heed advice. Like


    when she had stomach cancer and hid it from him.


    What good did it do to hide it from him? None. Not only did it do no good, she was wronged and


    treated horribly by him a lot.


    If Izabe had told him the truth sooner, maybe they wouldn''t be where they were now.


    Now, they were standing on the edge of a cliff, and regardless of what was below, they could only


    jump down.


    Brett looked at her, gently stroked her face with his hand, his voice low and soft, "Be, you''ve been


    out there for almost three months now, it''s time toe back with me and terminate the pregnancy."


    Izabe froze, looking at him through tear-filled eyes and said, "This is a four-month-old child I''m


    carrying, I won''t go back with you to abort him."


    Brett looked down at her, cing his hand on her face, and gently wiped the corner of her eye with


    his thumb. His voice was slow and calm, as if narrating an insignificant matter, "Without me, where


    would this childe from? This child is an ident. He shouldn''t have appeared, and you


    shouldn''t have given birth to him. Izabe, I''m saying this for your own good. Will you please go and


    have an abortion? We didn''t have children before, and weren''t we doing fine? Keeping this child will


    only bring us misfortune."


    Brett''s words brought tears to Izabe''s eyes. She cried hard, her body convulsing.


    Izabe''s tears had a certain deterrent effect on Brett. He would feel bad and would back down just


    to make her happy. But not this time, Izabe had to abort the baby.


    Izabe was on cancer medication and about to enter her next treatment phase. Pregnancy would


    endanger her life. He had to take the baby from her belly to save her.


    Izabe shouted out, "Your existence has brought me misfortune! What right do you have to say


    that this has nothing to do with you? The child has been in my belly for four months, why should I


    give it up just because you say so? Whether the baby can live should be decided by me, its mother.


    Even if the whole world rejects it, I will protect it!"


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    Brett said, "The problem isn''t whether you''re willing to give up or not, but that you don''t have a


    choice!" Brett didn''t want to tell Izabe she had cancer, fearing she would regain her memory and


    leave him. Such selfishness made his words of concern sound ridiculous.


    Izabe didn''t react for a moment, then started to struggle as if she''d gone mad, not understanding


    what he meant.


    What did he mean she didn''t have a choice? What did he mean she had to give up this child?


    To her, Brett was a madman at this moment.


    "Let me go, I don''t want to see you, get out! Get out!" In her haste, Izabe pped Brett hard


    across the face.


    Whether Brett was in pain or not, she didn''t know, all she felt was the numbness in her right palm.


    The crisp sound of the p echoed loudly in the quiet room. Izabe had used all her strength and


    yet Brett''s face hadn''t moved an inch, which scared her even more.


    "Have you had enough? Are you done venting?" Brett''s eyes were still cold and indifferent, "If you''re


    not done venting, keep going. When you''re not angry anymore, we''ll go to the hospital. I''ve already


    made arrangements there."


    Despite being so indifferent, Brett''s words were surprisingly sincere, even apanied by a subtle


    and imperceptible depth of affection, which was nauseating!


    Due to emotional turmoil, Izabe''s chest heaved intensely. She raised her hand and pped Brett,


    feeling unsatisfied. Then she began punching and kicking him, and ultimately opened her mouth to


    bite his neck until it bled .


    Brett stood there like a log, his eyebrows slightly furrowed, letting Izabe bite him.


    Izabe''s strength was too weak. Clearly, she was the one biting Brett, but she also ended up in


    pain. Tears sled down her cheeks and into her mouth. She let out a choked sob, feeling somewhat


    nauseous.


    Izabe pushed Brett away sharply, wiping the blood from her mouth, "Brett, I hate you, if you take


    away my child, I will hate you for a lifetime! I will never forgive you!"


    Izabe''s face was dark, as she looked at him coldly with her chest heaving.


    Brett dared not look directly at Izabe like this, he didn''t know how to persuade her to abort the


    baby.


    Why did Izabe value it more than her own life?


    Brett said, "If your hatred for me will make you willingly abort the baby, then I’ll ept it. You''ll never


    forgive me for the rest of your life, and I''ll use my life to make it up to you."


    "Brett, you''re a beast." Izabe moved her lips, "I don''t need you to make up for anything, all I ask is


    that you leave me alone. Get away from my lifepletely. Brett, you''ve never experienced


    maternal love, have you? Otherwise, how could you bear to make a mother kill her own child?"