Chapter 288


    Izabe''s legs were injured, but there was nothing wrong with her ears. She had good hearing, and


    could tell that it was Kaley calling Brett, but wasn''t able to catch exactly what they were talking


    about.


    Izabe didn''t react, and Brett wasn''t discouraged. He had already grown used to her cold attitude


    over the past few weeks. Even though it didn''t feel great, he thought it was a lot better than how she


    constantly wanted to die before.


    After Brett left, Tiara took over the wheelchair and continued to push Izabe. Then a nurse came


    straight up to Izabe.


    "Ms. Salotti, someone asked me to deliver a message to you."


    Izabe didn''t react, but Tiara was stunned. Her past experience told her that it was best to act like


    she hadn''t seen or heard anything.


    Izabe patted Tiara''s hand, then spoke for the first time in days, her voice barely audible, "Tiara,


    stand back a bit. I want to talk to her."


    Tiara hesitated, "But…"


    "Don''t worry, nothing will happen. Just stand a little further and watch me."


    "Alright." Tiara let go of the wheelchair and walked about twenty or thirty steps away, stopping at a


    distance of about ten meters.


    The nurse leaned in close to Izabe and whispered a few words. Izabe''s eyshes quivered as


    she clenched her hands on herp.


    When the nurse finished, Izabe immediately said, "I choose 2. And, deliver a message back to


    him for me…"


    The nurse seemed surprised, but she simply nodded and walked away without arousing any


    suspicion.


    In the afternoon, Brett sent his driver to pick up Izabe from the hospital.


    Brett instructed the housekeeper to prepare a room on the first floor for Izabe to stay in.


    When Izabe returned to the vi, she went straight into the room, which was identical to the one


    she stayed in on the second floor.


    That evening, Brett brought desserts for Izabe, as she loved sweets. He brought her a slice of


    cake. He took the cake to her bedroom, opened it, and brought it closer to her mouth, "Want some?


    I got someone to wait in line for this today. I heard it tastes great."


    Izabe just stared silently out of the window, not reacting until the cake touched her lips, when she


    mechanically ate it.


    Her stiff movement resembled a broken, rusty machine – even eating a piece of cake seemed to be


    an arduous task and her mouth ended up full.


    "Is it good?" Brett wasn''t a fan of sweets, but watching Izabe eat, he started to get an appetite


    too. Noticing the cream on her lips, he leaned in and kissed it away, tasting the cake in the process.


    So sweet…


    Izabe didn''t say a word, just ate however much cake Brett fed her. Eventually, she choked and


    started to retch, hunching over in the wheelchair.


    Brett hurried to bring her water and tissues, eventually fetching a trash can. It took some time to


    clean up the mess.


    Vomiting wasn''t a pleasant experience. Izabe drank water, her mouth opening and closing


    involuntarily, water dribbling down her chin and soaking her cor.


    Brett wiped her face and neck with a towel, apologizing, "I''m sorry, I didn''t take good care of you."


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    He stroked her long hair, "Within three months, your condition should improve. Izabe, if you think


    you''re in hell, then I''ll apany you through it. Once we''re used to it, it won''t feel like hell


    anymore."


    "Don''t believe things you hear in the next three months, no matter what happens," Brett said, as he


    helped Izabe into bed.


    Three days were left until Brett''s engagement. He got busier by the day, returning homete at night


    and barely seeing anyone all day long.


    His cast was off now, but he still felt asional prickling pain in his left palm, like being stabbed with


    a needle.


    He found a scarf he had learned to knitst winter in the hospital and gave it to Izabe, "I knitted


    this scarf for youst winter. You woke up when it was warming up, so I didn''t have a chance to give


    it to you."


    She didn''t respond, and he appeared to be talking to himself like a nagging grandma.


    Brett sighed as another call took him away. As usual, he instructed everyone to take good care of


    Izabe, and asked Tiara to chat more with her and try to cheer her up.


    In reality, Tiara tried her best every day to console Izabe. Tiara was unaware of the details of her


    car ident, only that her legs were now permanently disabled and couldn''t be fixed.


    Weren''t they perfectly fine just a few days ago, she even made soup for Brett. How could they


    suddenly have such a serious ident?


    Tiara was currently knitting a sweater for her daughter in her favorite light yellow color. Niki looked


    on curiously, reaching out to grab the sweater and y with the yarn ball, causing a tangled mess of


    light yellow thread.


    Niki was yful, fearless and persistent. It especially loved ying with Izabe. However,tely


    Izabe wasn''t in the mood.


    Tiara looked at the knotted yarn, sighing helplessly as she patted Niki''s head, "You… how can you


    be so mischievous?"


    Tiara tidied up the yarn, cing it somewhere Niki couldn''t reach. She then gave Izabe a leg


    massage, "Living in this world, we should be happy, Izabe. Since we have to live every day


    anyway, why not stay happy and carefree? Staying depressed will only make your condition worse."


    Izabe watched Niki roll around happily on the carpet, then finally spoke, "So, how do I be


    happy?"


    Tiara''s nose felt sour as she held back tears, lowering her head so Izabe wouldn''t notice the


    sadness in her eyes. She was supposed tofort Izabe, but the roles seemed to have


    reversed.


    Izabe took off the scarf Brett had tied around her neck and threw it on the ground, saying, "A


    broken rope, no matter how you tie it, will always have a knot."


    The room fell silent for a moment.


    Tiara, trying to divert attention, grabbed the remote and turned on the TV. Coincidentally, the first


    thing that came on was a news segment about Kaley and Brett''s uing engagement.


    It was already toote for Tiara to turn off the TV. In fact, everyone knew that Brett was going to get


    engaged to another woman, except for Izabe.


    "Um, Izabe..." Tiara hesitated, wanting to exin, but not knowing how to begin. After all, the truth


    was right in front of them - should she stillfort Izabe and tell her not to be sad?


    What was once a legitimate wife has now suddenly be the mistress.


    "Is their engagement party the day after tomorrow?"


    Tiara didn''t answer.


    Izabe smirked, showing a smile for the first time in days, and said softly, "An engagement, huh?


    Then let me prepare a gift for him that he''ll never forget."