Chapter 278


    On the fifth day after Izabe''s surgery, she no longer needed others to take care of her, she could


    eat and get up by herself.


    "I want to eat the Bolognese pasta from the street behind the University of R City."


    The University of R City was where Izabe attended college. Not far from the back gate, there was


    a food street, and her favorite was a Italian ce there. It wasn''t because of the great taste, but


    because thedy boss of the shop looked quite like her mother, had a gentle temperament, and


    would softly call her "little girl."


    Seeing Izabe alwayse to her shop, thedy boss would secretly give her some extra meat


    sauce and asionally give her some fried chicken chunks to eat more.


    "You remembered?" Brett''s heart was shocked, and his pupils contracted slightly. The sudden panic


    made him flustered.


    Izabe stared out of the window, smiling casually. "I wish I could remember. Will you tell me?"


    Brett didn''t answer, but he breathed a sigh of relief in his heart. Fortunately, Izabe hadn''t regained


    her memory, and he feared that she would continue this topic. So, he stiffly diverted the topic. "You


    want to eat meat sauce noodles? There''s a Italian restaurant downstairs that I see a lot of people


    going; I’ll get someone bring it up for you."


    "Get someone?" Izabe turned around,ughing at him. "Here, only the two of us, who would you


    look to, the health worker? Or the doctors and nurses here? Can''t you just go yourself?"


    Brett hesitated for a moment, seeing the impatience in Izabe''s eyes. He was afraid that she


    wouldn''t bother with him anymore.


    Going downstairs to buy something is just so close, and Izabe was sick and shouldn''t go


    anywhere. Even if she could run, she couldn''t run far, especially with the health worker watching


    her.


    "Alright, I''ll go get it for you." He knew Izabe''s preferences.


    Before Brett left, he reminded the health worker.


    As soon as Brett left, Izabe stared nkly in a corner of the ward. She had her little world, but


    Brett was the invader who suddenly broke into it. He had used thorns to build a cage to lock her up


    and watched her struggle in it. The health worker came over to watch her at Brett''s order.


    "My stomach hurts."


    When the health worker heard herining about the pain, her heart tightened. "Wait, I''ll call the


    doctor right away."


    "No need." Izabe stopped her. "It''s all normal. I just can''t stand the pain and need to take


    painkillers, but I don’t have any. Can you go to the nurse''s station and get me a few painkillers?"


    The nurse’s station wasn''t far from here. If Izabe was going downstairs, she would have to pass


    through there. The health worker nodded and agreed, "Sure, I''ll go to the nurse''s station and get


    you the medicine. Youy on the bed and don''t move."


    "Okay." Izabe finally showed a long-lost smile in her mouth, nodding obediently.


    The health worker turned around and left. Izabe stared at the corridor, making sure nobody was


    there, and slowly got up, moving Brett''s chair to the window.


    Struggling to stand, she drew back the curtain and opened the window. The cold, harsh wind blew


    Izabe''s long hair, and her loose hospital gown fluttered in the wind. She squinted, with both of her


    hands on the window sill, deep in thought.


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    Her memory was very fragmented, and in the past few days, some pieces had appeared. She knew


    she had lived and grown up in R City.


    Also, Izabe put her right hand on her abdomen. She had a miscarriage before, and if she


    remembered correctly, Brett was probably the cause of it.


    The other memories were like bubbles, piled up in her brain, but when she wanted to touch them,


    those memories shattered instantly.


    The harder it was to recall, the more it showed how terrifying and desperate her experiences before


    losing her memory were, desperate enough that she had to subconsciously erase her memory.


    Being married to Brett should be fake, their love was fake, and growing up in an orphanage was


    fake, even the acquaintances of Brett and Liam were fake.


    All those beautiful "memories" were created by Brett, just to deceive her, the fool.


    Izabe leaned over the edge of the window, her upper body sagging outwards, looking like she


    could fall at any moment.


    This building had eight floors, and her body was sure to die if she fell. They said that people who


    jump off buildings have horrible death faces; if they''re lucky, they might die from broken bones, if


    not, their brains would stter on the ground, their eyes wide open.


    In this world, would anyone wish for her to live a healthy and happy life?


    Izabe looked at the ground below, wondering how scared her baby must be all alone in the dark.


    He was so small, couldn''t make any noise, couldn''t see, and hadn''t even tasted the warmth of the


    world before dying inside her.


    Eyes brimming with tears, Izabe looked up at the sky covered by dark clouds. She had anger and


    sadness in her heart, but neither was strong. She felt her organs failing, making it difficult to


    breathe.


    It might have been an hallucination from the pain, but Izabe vaguely saw her child smiling at her.


    "Mom, don''t be sad for me. I love you."


    Izabe reached out to catch the illusory figure, but she couldn''t reach it. She lifted one foot up and


    ced it on the window ledge.


    At this time, the surroundings were quiet, and there was no one downstairs. If she jumped, she


    would die without anyone noticing, but it would be a hassle for the police to clean up her filthy body.