Chapter 284


    The hospital was in chaos as Brett was found to be poisoned. The only thing he had consumed


    today was the bowl of dark soup brought by Izabe.


    The soup bowl was still on the table, with the leftovers sent for testing. The results came back


    quickly, revealing the presence of a weed killer ingredient in the remedy.


    Upon hearing this, Adrian panicked. The weed killer was from his home. Recently, a lot of weeds


    had appeared in the vi''s garden. After several unsessful attempts to get rid of them, he


    purchased a box of potent weed killer, which was lethal upon spraying. The weeds did indeed die


    quickly, drying up in less than two days. What he never expected was that while the weeds died,


    Brett almost got killed as well.


    This powerful weed killer has a strong corrosive effect, capable of eroding tree roots, let alone


    human stomach and intestines. Fortunately, Brett was in the hospital when he was poisoned, and


    without dy, he was taken to have his stomach pumped.


    If he were far away from a hospital, one mishandling or a slight dy could have cost him his life


    without knowing how he died.


    Brett was taken into the operating room for gastricvage. He vomited incessantly, acid reflux


    bubbling up constantly.


    The process of gastricvage is extremely ufortable. Unlike some surgeries where you can be


    put under full anesthesia and wake up when it''s done, gastricvage requires a stress response and


    induces vomiting. It feels as if there is a washing machine running in the stomach. Even Brett, who


    can endure a lot, turned pale from the pain, his body convulsing.


    Adrian and a few bodyguards stood outside, full of worry.


    "Isn''t this a crime? Shouldn''t we call the police?"


    "We can''t call the police," Adrian immediately denied this action. If Brett found out they were about


    to send his beloved to prison, they would likely end up jobless.


    "Let''s wait until President Windhames out to decide."


    At this moment, everyone''s attention was focused on the stomach-pumping room, fearing


    something might happen to Brett.


    Halfway through the process, Brett felt his stomach easing a bit. Although it still hurt, it wasn''t as


    unbearable as before, like something was corroding his stomach.


    Typically, a powerful poison like what Brett ingested requires half an hour of stomach pumping.


    However, since the poisoning was detected early, twenty minutes was enough.


    Bretty on the table, vomiting. After he recovered some strength, he asked for Adrian.


    Adrian walked in nervously, the first words out of his mouth an apology, "I''m sorry, President


    Windham. I should''ve kept a better eye on the weed killer, which madam took."


    Brett looked awful, abination of the pain from the stomach pumping, the tense atmosphere,


    and a certain fear.


    "Thankfully, it was me who consumed the weed killer."


    Adrian froze, suddenly understanding the meaning behind Brett''s words.


    "If Izabe had ingested it, I would''ve been done for," Brett said, his voice hoarse.


    Adrian swallowed hard, realizing that Brett regarded Izabe as a treasure more valuable than his


    own life. He also felt a sudden fear. Thankfully, Izabe didn''t drink the weed killer, and they hadn''t


    impulsively called the police.


    "Where is Izabe?"


    "She went to the restroom," Adrian replied. Women tend to take longer in the restroom. They had all


    rushed over due to their concern for Brett, inadvertently forgetting Izabe.


    When someone is in a state of anxiety, time seems to pass very quickly.


    Brett tensed, suddenly bing anxious, "She''s still in there after so long?"


    Adrian, growing old and slow to react, suddenly realized something was wrong and broke out into a


    cold sweat.


    "I''ll go find her right away."


    Brett had just had his stomach pumped. The danger was not yet fully averted, as he needed to be


    examined to determine if he needed another stomach pumping, but he couldn''t care less about that.


    He only wanted to know if Izabe was still there.


    However, reality gave him a loud p in the face, Izabe had run away again. Why was she


    always disobedient, always thinking about leaving him over and over again!


    Brett''s eyes were as sharp as a knife, creating a bone-chilling coldness wherever theynded.


    "What use is it having so many of you here if you can''t even keep one person under control!" He


    had nothing in his hand, or else he would have surely thrown it at these idiots.


    Adrian wiped the sweat off his forehead, "President Windham, we have already sent people to find


    her. You should rest first."


    Brett''s face was gloomy, "Are you telling me what to do?"


    His stomach began to spasm again. He gasped a breath of cold air, his left hand casted, his right


    hand holding his belly, pitifully miserable.


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    "Arrange the car, I am going to look for her."


    "President Windham." Adrian stepped forward, no one else dared to persuade Brett, so it was up to


    him. "You just had your stomach pumped. The poison in your stomach may not have been


    completely cleared. Besides, your left hand is inconvenient. We have already sent people to find


    her. You should rest here."


    Brett scoffed, "You couldn''t keep an eye on her in the hospital bathroom, how are you going to find


    her outside? Adrian, I think you''ve be senile. You can''t watch her once and now you''ve lost her


    twice. And now you expect me to listen to you?" Brett was usually very good-tempered and


    gentlemanly.


    This was only the second time Adrian had seen him this angry, perhaps it was because Izabe had


    been pushing him too hardtely and he couldn''t find an outlet for his frustration.


    Now all his anger was unleashed, making Adrian felt as if his spine was being forcefully poked,


    making him lower his head involuntarily.


    Brett wanted to leave. Not only were these subordinates opposed, but the hospital also couldn''t let


    him go for his own health''s sake. But to forcefully keep him here was impossible.


    In desperation, his attending physician could only repeatedly remind him, "You must return within six


    hours for a physical examination."


    Brett didn''t respond. Izabe was getting better and better at escaping. Who knew if she had


    already gotten in a car and left.


    Brett, holding back his stomach pain, quickly got into the car. He called to check the surveince,


    while using his phone to connect to nearby surveince to look for Izabe.


    He had the butler call the vi to ask about the situation. Izabe hadn''t returned, but Tiara and the


    cat were there, which gave him some peace of mind. Izabe cared about Tiara and the cat, so she


    wouldn''t leave.


    Although he thought this way, thefort it brought was minimal.


    What if Izabe didn''t care about an outsider and a cat these next few days?


    If she made a rash decision and something happened, what could he do to Tiara and the cat.


    Brett watched the monitor and saw Izabe leave the hospital in another direction. He immediately


    ordered the driver to turn around.


    No matter where Izabe went, he would find her!


    At the inte cafe.


    Izabe stared at the iing video. She was so close to regaining her memory, but at this


    moment, she was scared.


    The fears that had been buried deep inside her suddenly erupted, forcefully telling her not to open


    the video, that there was something terrifying waiting for her in it.


    Izabe took a deep breath, her hand slowly moving to the mouse, carefully clicking into the video.


    The video showed a man kneeling on the ground in a strange posture. His white shirt was stained


    red with blood, and his legs were twisted, clearly broken.