Chapter 279


    Izabe suddenly had a thought. As long as she jumped, she could see her two children and the


    man who was always in her heart—Ryker. When Brett returned to the ward with a te of


    Bolognese pasta, he saw Izabe standing on a stool in front of the window, with the window wide


    open, the cold wind rushing in, blowing her dress like it was suspended in mid-air. Brett''s heart


    instantly tightened up to his throat, both tense and afraid to make a sound for fear of startling her,


    he softly called out "Be".


    Izabe''s left foot was already on the window ledge, half of her body dangling outside, swaying as if


    she could fall at any moment. "Be,e down quickly, it''s dangerous there. Look, I bought you


    your favorite Bolognese pasta," Brett said, inching closer to her.


    Countless thoughts shed through his mind, Brett''s breath nearly stopped. He hadn''t expected that


    Izabe would have such thoughts during the time he was away. Luckily he had ordered takeout


    early, just going downstairs to pick it up, otherwise, would Izabe have quietly jumped already?


    Brett dared not think further.


    Izabe slowly turned her body and sat on the window ledge, she looked at Brett and gave a faint


    smile, "Don''te over." Her usually gentle voice was hoarse.


    The cold wind blew her long hair, her eyes welling up with tears, evidently, she had just been crying.


    Brett clenched his teeth, "Don''t move, sit steady, I won''te over." Despite his words, his body


    was tensed, ready to rush over at any moment.


    This was the eighth floor, if Izabe jumped she would undoubtedly die. What he had to do was to


    divert her attention and then quickly pull her down. Izabe slightly raised her eyes, her vacant eyes


    showed some emotion when she looked at Brett. She gave a faint smile, suppressing her trembling


    voice to speak word by word: "Brett, I don''t know what unforgivable things I''ve done in the past for


    you to treat me this way."


    "You said you don''t know how to love a person, but that''s no reason to hurt them. No one will wait


    forever for you to learn to love." "Have you seen the baby? He''s so young..." mentioning the child,


    Izabe finally choked.


    A sense of despair washed over the room, her tears uncontroble. Brett wanted to say something


    but couldn''t.


    Izabe looked at Brett through her teary eyes: "You said it was to save me, but what you don''t


    know is that I had already given my life to him, and you ruined my life." Brett shook his head, his


    face pale.


    "Brett, don''t you enjoy pushing me from heaven to hell, watching me shatter into pieces? Then I''ll


    grant you that, okay? The world is so big, no matter where I go you would find me, but I know


    there''s one ce you''ll never find." Her voice echoed in the empty room. Izabe finally fell


    backward, her body suddenly filled with cold air, losing all light and heat.


    "Izabe!" Brett dropped everything in his hands and lunged forward, his right hand tightly grasping


    her.


    Izabe''s body was hanging precariously in mid-air, her slender wrist seemed as if it would snap at


    any moment. Brett tightly grasped Izabe''s wrist, his whole body trembling, his face pale.


    "Izabe, hold onto me and don''t let go."


    Izabe coughed twice, her stomach in severe pain. Blood spewed from her mouth like a floodgate


    had been opened, her condition was very bad. Her pupils were dted, her gaze unfocused, she


    looked at Brett hanging on the window ledge, her expression pained.


    The death of her child was a fatal blow to her. Although she had seemed calm in recent days, she


    was in extreme pain inside, as if deadly poison was about to engulf her at any moment. "Brett, I''ve


    tried my best." She had tried hard to live, to ept this life worse than death, but she couldn''t.


    She wanted to kill Brett, and also herself. But she couldn''t kill Brett, so she could only end her own


    life in such an extreme way.


    She who had lost her memories was like a foreign soul, not belonging to this world. Brett


    obsessively locked her in this ce, giving her a glimpse of sunlight before locking her in a coffin,


    making her long for death day after day.


    She thought herself foolish.


    "I''ve tried my best," her short sentence caused him immense pain.


    In an instant, he understood Izabe''s meaning. She had found a way where he would never be


    able to find her—death.


    Brett suddenly felt a chill in his body, though winter hadn''t arrived yet, he prematurely experienced


    its icy cold and bone-piercing pain, his breath frozen to shivers.


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    "Izabe, don''t you want to regain your memories? If you want to know who Ryker is, where he is,


    you must stay alive!" He grabbed Izabe''s wrist with force, his nose was tingling, and he looked at


    Izabe''s pale face through blurred vision, a few drops of tearsnding on her face.


    As long as he doesn''t let her die, she must not die, especially since they are in a hospital, there are


    people who can save her.


    But Brett forgot, doctors can save people, but they can''t save a person who is determined to die.


    "I won''t believe your words anymore." Izabe raised her left hand to struggle.


    Soon, people noticed the oddity here. The nursing aide who went to fetch painkillers came back,


    seeing this scene, she screamed in panic.


    Brett clenched his teeth, he absolutely can''t lose Izabe here.


    He took a deep breath, said solemnly: "Izabe, if you fall from here, I will incinerate the ashes of


    that dead child in some wretched ce."


    Izabe''s struggling body suddenly stopped. She didn''t expect Brett could be so cruel, he wouldn''t


    even spare the ashes of the deceased.


    Seeing her expression stiffen, Brett continued: "And that cat you once held at home, Niki, if you die,


    I will let it die with you."


    "And Tiara, don''t think I don''t know that she helped you escape in the beginning. I didn''t look into it


    doesn''t mean I don''t care. You know what I''m capable of." Brett said sarcastically, "It''s easy for you


    to die, but poor her, she helped an ingrate and got killed. I heard she has a daughter about your


    age, and she''s pretty, what do you think I would do?"


    Izabe stared at him nkly, she knew Brett would do it. He simply has no heart! Hatred blinded


    her eyes.


    At this moment, a few people rushed into the room, someone hugged Brett to prevent him from


    falling.


    Others extended their hands, trying to persuade Izabe not to give up on life, to live on. They didn''t


    know she was already walking on the edge of hell, barely hanging on in a morbid way.


    Izabe''s hands were very delicate, Brett was afraid of hurting her, so his movement to help her up


    was very careful. Yet, Izabe''s hand still got scraped.


    All of this happened within a mere four minutes, but for Brett, it felt like four years had passed.


    Brett pursed his lips tightly, and after helping Izabe up, his eyes regained their indifference. The


    originally empty room had somehow be bustling and noisy.


    Even though his hearing was intact, he couldn''t make out a single word.


    Izabe sat limply on the ground, her face pale, the look of death in her eyes was reced by


    unwillingness and anger, the look of someone alive.


    Brett watched the people in the room with a gloomy expression, his eyes turned cold, "Everyone,


    out!"


    The surrounding medical staff who were about to say something were immediately silenced. The


    man''s intimidating power was simply too terrifying.


    Everyone quickly left the room, and suddenly the room became empty and fell into silence.


    Brett suddenly bent down to pick up the soft-bodied Izabe, took her to the washroom, held her


    body, facing the mirror.


    Brett''s eyes were cold, "Izabe, take a good look at yourself now!"


    Izabe numbly looked at herself in the mirror. She looked like a ghost with her pale face, messy


    hair, and dirty oversized hospital gown, looking like a patient from a mental hospital.


    She felt like her whole body had been stripped of its bones, the pain was unbearable but she


    couldn''t pinpoint where it hurt.


    She was living such a miserable life, even a street beggar was better off. Then she looked at Brett,


    from head to toe he was morous, he had never changed, always high above, cruelly looking


    down at her pathetic state.


    Brett pinched her thin chin, "Izabe, are you feeling unwilling? Why is such a despicable person


    like me still alive? Do you hate me so much you want to kill me?"


    Yes, she hated this man, wished to kill him in the cruelest way. Why is such a scumbag still alive?


    Why should shemit suicide for him? She wanted to kill him, only then her dead child would rest


    in peace, Niki would live well, and nothing would happen to Tiara''s family.


    Brett saw the hatred in Izabe''s eyes, he suddenly hugged her tightly, whispering in her ear like a


    devil: "Izabe, it''s right to hate me. I''m waiting for you to kill me next, I''m giving you a chance!"


    After speaking, he kissed Izabe''s lips.


    Suddenly, Izabe wrapped her hands around Brett''s neck, pulled out the indwelling needle from


    the back of her left hand, and stabbed it towards Brett''s neck!