Chapter 276
Brett gave that man a cold re, and the guy immediately shut his mouth.
The phone screen was shattered but still usable. Brett, suppressing his emotions, went to pick up
the phone from the ground, took out the SIM card, and threw the phone into a trash can.
Kaley was quickly helped out after having her blood drawn. She nced at Brett and knew he was
in a bad mood, so wisely, she didn''t strike up a conversation.
Having drawn 700 milliliters of blood, Kaley''s face was somewhat pale, but she didn''t faint. It was
her first time drawing so much blood, and she wondered how Izabe had managed to persevere all
those years.
Poor Izabe, her suffering made Kaley even happier. But it was her fault to upy something that
didn''t belong to her all those years. Everythinges at a price, and it''s all self-inflicted.
During those four years, she bribed Izabe''s primary doctor. The coagtion disorders and severe
anemia were all fabricated, and as long as sheined, Brett would force Izabe toe and
give her a blood transfusion.
Izabe basically came to draw blood every two or three months. Once, she drew 400 milliliters,
and another time, 600 milliliters. Sometimes, her blood hadn''t recovered yet, and she was already
facing another blood draw.
Brett''s gaze never fell on Kaley. He sat on a bench in the corridor, his eyes dull, as if he had lost his
soul.
Izabe''s surgery took a long time, and it wasn''t until Liam arrived that the light on the operating
room door finally went out.
"Give me your phone."
Liam was stunned for a moment, quickly took the phone out of his pocket, and handed it to Brett.
Brett threw the SIM card to Liam, "Go and buy a new phone, then put the card in."
Liam took the SIM card, immediately understanding that Brett had gotten angry and smashed
another phone.
Although he had questions, he didn''t dare ask them. He took the SIM card and hurried downstairs.
Brett looked at the time, which was already 1 pm.
Izabe was wheeled out, and Brett hurried over to ask about her situation.
The removal of the uterus was not a minor surgery, and coupled with the inducedbor, the
operation took more than four hours. The surgery was sessful, and now it was a matter of when
Izabe would wake up.
The doctor gave Brett a detailed rundown of the precautions, and he listened carefully.
Izabe had been hospitalized many times, and the precautions werergely the same. However, a
woman who lost her uterus must be well-nourished, or she would sufferter.
Izabe was sent to the observation room, where medical staff would be on duty 24 hours a day.
"Mr. Windham, there''s something else." The doctor hesitated, looking somewhat uneasy. Brett
became tense inadvertently, thinking that Izabe''s body had developed another symptom.
"What is it?" he asked with a tense face.
The doctor said, "Mr. Windham, do you want to see the child?" He also wanted to ask how to handle
the stillborn but couldn''t bring himself to ask.
Brett''s expression stiffened even more, and he clenched his fists, "Take me to see it."
The dead baby was still in the operating room, wrapped in cotton cloth. Its red body had turned
deathly pale, its features blurred, with the corners of its mouth slightly upturned.
As a child, Brett had seen specimens soaked in formalin, which people around him said were
terrifying, but he felt nothing.
However, today, when he saw the dead child, he was so frightened that his whole body trembled.
In the end, Brett still walked over, carefully picked up the child, and gently touched its eyes with his
quivering index finger.
The four-month-old baby already had visible facial features, and you could tell it had beautiful eyes.
People often say daughters resemble their fathers, and sons resemble their mothers. If this boy had
been born, he would have looked a lot like Izabe.
Brett''s heart tightened suddenly, feeling a heat in his eyes. Unable to stand the acidity, he blinked,
and tears fell onto the child''s face, with him wiping them away.
"I''m sorry, I loved you so much, but I loved your mom even more. In your next life, find a good family
to be born into."
Baby, your mom loves you so much, and you don''t want her to be in danger because of you, do
you?
Brett suddenly hugged the stillborn tightly, his breathing choked, his voice trembling terribly.
He felt an emptiness in his heart, as if something had suddenly died.
Just like Izabe had said, his heart was too small, small enough for only one person - Izabe.
In order to help Izabe recover, he was willing to be the murderer of his own flesh and blood.
In the hospital room, medical staff were taking good care of Izabe. Brett himself held the child and
went to the crematorium. After the four-month-old baby was sent into the incinerator, only a small
amount of ashes remained.
Brett prepared a beautiful porcin vase for the child''s ashes.
"Your mom is the most beautiful woman in the world, and the baby she gave birth to must also be
the cutest baby in the world."
So he chose the most beautiful porcin vase to hold the ashes.
Liam had been following Brett, watching him hold the porcin vase and talk to himself. He couldn''t
help but sigh, feeling that this strong man was close to breaking down.
Izabe would wake up soon and would definitely be unable to bear seeing the porcin vase with
ashes. Brett gave the vase to Liam to take back to the vi.
He then hailed a cab on the street and returned to the hospital.
In the hospital room, Izabey on the bed, her face pale and bloodless. Brett sat beside her,
guarding her. A small clip was ced on her finger to monitor her blood pressure, connected to a
device, and the test results were worrisome.
Izabe woke up in the evening. She opened her heavy eyelids and stared nkly at the ceiling.
After a while, a tear slipped from the corner of her eye into her hair, disappearing without a trace.
She slowly raised her heavy hand and ced it gently on her abdomen. The baby was really gone.
Brett saw Izabe wake up and didn''t bother her since she didn''t make a fuss.
Izabe had always been strong, and he believed she could pull through.
The hospital room was deathly silent. Suddenly, Izabe turned her head towards Brett, looking at
him as if she saw him, yet saw through his body for something behind him.
"Where''s the baby," Her voice was so light it was like a droplet hitting sand, disappearing without a
trace.
"Liam took him back to the vi," Brett replied.
Izabe didn''t speak anymore, she seemed calm, but only Brett knew she had changed - all
emotionless and like a puppet, going with the flow.
Losing her child and womb, the pain in her stomach felt like getting stirred by a knife.
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Izabe said painfully, her voice trembling, "I''ve lost my only child and my right to be a mother. Brett,
why couldn''t it have been you who died instead?"