Chapter 283
Brett pinched himself secretly, and after feeling the pain, he realized he wasn''t dreaming. Izabe
really came to the hospital to see him and even cooked soup for him.
"Is this really for me?"
"Didn''t you say you wanted to eat my cooking yesterday? I didn''t cook any dishes, but I casually
made you some soup. After all, your hand injury was caused by me." Izabe said while opening
the insted cup. The hot steam carried a strong aroma that stung a bit.
"Do you want some?" she asked.
"I''ll have it." Even if it was poison, he''d drink it without hesitation. Besides, Izabe was at home all
the time; she had no chance to buy poison.
Brett naturally didn''t believe Izabe would be so kind as to make soup for him and bring it
personally. But there was always a little bit of a beautiful fantasy in his heart, hoping that Izabe
had a little care for him as well.
This careful fantasy was like holding a treasure in his hand, afraid of breaking it, and afraid of
melting it when holding it in his mouth.
Izabe poured the soup out, and it was even darker than when she first cooked it. The ingredients
weremon, but somehow the color turned out this dark when she cooked it.
"Brett, aren''t you afraid it''s poisonous?" Izabe''s calm expression was frightening.
Brett''s hands were inconvenient with the IV needle, and he ate the soup while sitting still on the bed.
"I''m scared, but I trust you."
Izabe put the soup on the bedside table, "If I tell you it''s poisonous, and I made it with great care
and hatred, hoping you''d die immediately, would you still have it?"
Izabe felt the inner demon inside her excitedly shouting.
Thest time she said "love" to Brett, it seemed like it happened just yesterday. And today, she
wanted to kill this man.
Tiara had been persuading Izabe to let go for the past month, saying that once a person is
controlled by hatred, they''re destroyed. But she had been ruined by Brett long ago.
Looking at Brett staring at the bowl of soup, Izabe sneered and got up, "I''m leaving; have
someone clean this up."
Izabe left, and Brett watched the bowl of soup with a bitter smile.
He ate half of it.
He was gambling that Izabe couldn''t bear to hurt him, so the soup couldn''t be poisonous.
But Izabe was also gambling that the man she hated to the bone would never believe her, even
when he just said he trusted her. How ironic.
Sure enough, she won.
Not long after Brett drank the soup, his stomach began to burn with pain. Within a short time, cold
sweat soaked his back.
His face turned pale, and he leaned over the side of the bed to vomit. He was dizzy, and it felt like
something was stirring in his stomach.
Brett''s reaction scared the bodyguards and Adrian, who quickly called the doctor to check on him.
For a time, the ward was crowded.
As for "escaping," Izabe had already practiced it quite well. But she didn''t n to run at this
moment. After leaving the hospital, she found a phone booth to make a call.
She had always had a keen sense of numbers, which was probably rted to her job before her
amnesia.
Izabe called Nathaniel and waited for four rings before he picked up with azy male voice.
"Hello?"
"Nathaniel, I''m willing to go with you."
It took a while before heughed, "I heard that Brett is hospitalized, and his left hand is half-
disabled. You did it, didn''t you?"
"Yeah, maybe he''s poisoned by now."
Nathaniel was surprised. He didn''t expect such a weak-looking woman to be so bold.
"The old man would be furious if he knew."
If possible, Izabe didn''t want to turn to Nathaniel either. She felt he was no better than Brett.
But without any other acquaintances since her memory loss, she couldn''tpete with Brett and
had to turn to Brett''s "enemy."
The enemy of an enemy is a friend. If Brett wasn''t lying, Nathaniel should be the man who wanted
to defeat him the most.
"Izabe, I don''t want you anymore. I prefer watching you two kill each other rather than seeing
Brett lose you in a fit of rage."
"Kill each other?" Izabeughed bitterly, "You overestimate me." There was no self-muttion, it
was clearly her one-sided suffering. To shake this big tree called Brett, she must slowly rot its roots
from within, and she alone wasn''t enough.
"Here''s the deal, I''ll help you regain your memory."
Izabe''s body stiffened, and she gripped the phone tightly. "Can you help me regain my memory?"
She thought she would never be able to regain her memory for the rest of her life. After all, she was
hypnotized by Brett for so long that she almost became a fool.
"As long as you see something that stimtes the brain a little, you can regain your memory. I
identally got a small video clip that should help you stimte your memory."
Izabe''s amnesia had two main aspects. First, she was initially forced under hypnosis due to some
stimtion, and during the hypnosis, she was also willing to forget, so the hypnosis was sessful.
The second aspect was the medicine she took every night. The medication was like a lock, while
her brain was like a huge door. As the drugs umted, more and more keys appeared, and the
memories locked behind the door were like floodwaters and beasts, ready to be unleashed, but she
just needed a little stimtion.
Izabe wasn''t easily fooled. "You want to help me regain my memory just to see Brett and me
suffer together, making it easier for you to take advantage. My memory recovery would benefit you,
but it wouldn''t help me."
Smart girl.
"Think what you want. After all, the memory is yours, so take it or leave it."
"You don''t need to provoke me, Nathaniel. I know what you''re thinking. As a businessman, you
should know what kind of deal is worth it. My life is not worth much. Since I''m nning to die with
Brett anyway, here''s what I propose: send me that video you have, and when I regain my memory, I
can promise you one thing, as long as it doesn''t go against morals."
There was a moment of silence on the phone. Nathaniel seemed to be thinking after listening to
Izabe''s words. After a while, he said, "Well, there''s something I''ve been wanting to ask you."
Izabe narrowed her eyes, she had a feeling that Nathaniel''s initial approach to her wasn''t that
simple.
This guy was no different from Brett at his core - both businessmen, both full of themselves, selfish,
and not afraid to y dirty.
"What''s the issue?"
"Brett bought an ind in R City, saying he wanted to build an amusement park, but actually, there''s
a bunch of illegal mines underneath it. The amusement park is just a ruse to divert attention so they
can smuggle the minerals out."
"You want to know where the minerals from beneath the ind were taken so you can intercept
them, right?" Izabe immediately understood his intention.
"I love talking to smart people. The ind is called Starry Brilliance Ind, and ording to my
investigation, the minerals have already been transported to J City."
Starry Brilliance Ind, minerals, J City, amusement park – fragments of something shed through
her mind like a needle piercing her skull, causing her to wince and hold her head tightly.
She felt that she hade across these words long ago, otherwise, her reaction wouldn''t have
been so strong upon hearing them.
"Do you know?" Nathaniel asked again, his tone indifferent, not revealing how important the
minerals were to him.
As luck would have it, Izabe did know. There was a period when she was bored and joined Brett
at hispany to pass the time. At that time, Brett was very busy with endless meetings, work, and
conversations with Liam.
She would rest and sleep in a partitioned area of the office, and during her birthday, she overheard
Brett and Liam discussing where to transport these minerals.
Liam was quite wary of her, but Brett didn''t seem particrly concerned.
"I do, but you must do something for me first."
Nathaniel mocked, "You don''t want me to sneak you away, do you?"
Izabe didn''t deny it. She knew how important those minerals were to Brett. If Nathaniel wanted
them, he needed to offer something in return. More than her own life, she cared about the well-
being of those who had been good to her.
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"Before that, help me get Tiara safely out, and protect her family."
"Who''s Tiara?"
"Brett''s maid who signed abor contract. She helped me before, and I''m afraid she''ll get implicated
after I leave."
He thought she was ruthless, but her heart still held some kindness.
"No problem. I''ll find a ce for Tiara and her family, and you tell me the general location of those
minerals," Nathaniel asked again, "Do you still want to watch the video I have?"
"Yes," Izabe said. "You just want me to regain my memory, right? But I''m outside right now, and I
don''t have my phone. How am I supposed to watch it?"
"Find an inte café. I''ll give you an ount and password – remember them, and log in on the
computer there. The video will be inside." On the other end of the phone, Nathaniel lit a cigarette,
yed with his lighter, the me reflected in his eyes.
"Fine." Izabe didn''t say any more and hung up.
The weather was foggy, and Izabe looked around. She hid in a phone booth, took off her jacket,
turned it inside out and put it back on, then took out a mask and put it on, letting her long hair cover
her face.
There was an inte café not too far away, filled with people, mostly students.
Izabe paid and immediately found a seat inside. She opened the website Nathaniel mentioned
and entered the ount and password. The inte connection was great, and she was directly led
to a chat forum. Shortly after, a video popped up on the nk page.