Twisted Ties of Love

Chapter 18

Presley rushed in, his coat all messed up, “How’s it going“”

“Blood oxygen saturation is dropping patient in in a coma cardiac arrest it’s critical‘ The more dangerous the situation was, the mom people need to stay calm trabella’s face had tumed ashen, her lips purple. No pulse could be felt, and no heartbeat could be heard

‘Gel CPR‘

Presley took a painful breath, he had never seen Izabella so weak before if he had cared more about her, she might not have ended up like this.

A feeling of desolation slowly spread from the bottom of his heart, like a drop of ink dripping into a colorless glass of water, and then slowly turning the whole glass black

During the lengthy resuscitation, tabella’s heart rate gradually recovered. Like a dying ember, she somehow managed to pry her eyes open a little

Her cygen mask was covered with white fog blurring her vision, triggering her subconscious ear. When she caught a glimpse of Prestry, she felt a little reassured. She wanted to speak to him, but she had no

strength

The pain had robbed her of her bodily freedom, she couldn’t even move a finger

Presley noticed that she was awake and immediately grabbed her cold little hand, “Izabella, can you hear me? You’ll be okay, youll get better. Don’t give up! Think of all the people who care about you

and love you Don’t you like the violin? When you’re discharged from the hospital, take you to a concert

A line of crystal clear tears overflowed from the corner of Izabella’s eyes. Presley knew that the had heard him.

Izabella tried to open her purple lips, attempting to make a sound. “Felt Presley Felton

She was too weak, her voice was so small it was almost inaudible Presley leaned in closer and barely made out what she said, “It hurts so bad.”

Presley clenched his teeth and managed to choke back the tears. With adrimmed eyes, he gently wiped away the tears from Izabella’s temples “Hang in there just a little longer, and the pain will go away You’ve always been strong

trabella blinked, her eyes were getting blurry and she was seeing things in double vision. Opening her mouth, she gasped for air like a fish out of water, the colorless lips forming a weak smile. She whispered hoarsely, “Don’t tell Brett about my illness”

Even in this situation, she was still thinking about Brett Why wouldn’t the tell him? People like Brett should feel guilty and remorseful for their actions, living in guilt every day without peace Upstodatee from Novel(D)ra/m/a.O(r)g

Presley sniffed, “Winght, I promise

trabella stared at the bright operating light above her and slowly closed her eyes

Labella’s frail body was connected to various machines and tubes Before operating on stomach cancer, the stomach needs to be flushed When they saw the undigested buildup inside, Presley’s pupils reddened

even more

It was pulp which meant, Izabella had been eating tissue before!

Why would she eat something like that?

Presley instantly thought of Brett, outside the operating room

He clenched his teeth to suppress the burning anger inside.

The surgery was not successful. It had barely kept Izabella alive, and she could die at any minute

Izabella was transferred to the ICU for observation, if she didn’t recover within 48 hours, she would be in danger again

The door to the operating room was pushed open, and Presley walked out, removing his mask and looking sharply at Brett.

Brett tried to walk over and ask about Izabella’s condition, but his legs felt as if they were filled with lead, too heavy to even take a step

Presley walked up to him, and Brett asked with a heavy voice, “How is she?”

Presley abruptly raised his fist and struck Brett in the face not holding back at all. Brett staggered several steps backward.

Tilting his head, his hands clenched to fists on either side of his thighs, he repeated the question, “How is Izabella?”

“Thanks to you, she’s not dead. She just took a little stroll by the river Acheron and got sent back by Charon Presley sarcastically replied

Presley’s words felt like steel needles piercing his throat. The dutt pain made his vision turn black, even his breathing became difficult.

Presley looked at Brett’s agonized expression and mocked, “The person causing all this is you, Brett. What right do you have to act in pain here? You won’t have to worry about Izabella anymore, Focus on the people you should care about”

The guy Presley was talking about was, of course, Kaley

“Izabella is my wife What right do you have to butt in our business?”