Twisted Ties of Love

Chapter 21

Brit slowly calmed down. He glanced at Presley and then turned to walk towards the ICU

The room was filled with the smell of disinfectant Brett couldn’t help but frown. He took it one step at a time as he walked to trabella’s bedside her face was pale and lifeless

The hospital room was so quiet that it made one feel boundless loneliness. The emptiness felt different from home, the morbid stillness made it hard for him to breathe after a while Brett sat down looking up at the IV drip For the first time he fell scared

What was he cared of

He was scared that trabella would never wake up again

Brett felt his nose tingle, and tears welled up in his eyes. He went over with a trembling hand and took hold of Izabella’s slender wrist

The patient gown was alread, the smallest size but it was still too big for Izabella. Her delicate arm had several noticeable needle marks, surrounded by shades of purple and dried yellow liquid

“Izabella didn’t know you were so tick” he whispered

He suddenly remembered the day he locked Izabella in the bedroom She pounded on the door, screaming that she was dying

He had dismissed her cres, not taking her seriously, thinking she was just using some kind of trick

Just because he had never seen Izabella sick didn’t mean she couldn’t get sick or die Upstodatee from Novel(D)ra/m/a.O(r)g

Why didn’t he listen to her and let her out back then?

Izabella tabella Tears Elurred his vision. He pressed her hand to his face, calling her name over and over, trying to wake her up

Time slowly passed by At some point, Presley came in to check on Izabells. Her vital signs were relatively stable, it was now a matter of whether she could wake up within 48 hours

Presley gave Brett a cold glance. Both men were worried about Izabella Although their eyes met with contempt they didn’t argue of fight as they had before.

Brett hadn’t slept for 40 hours straight, his eyes were red and dry. Exhaustion was taking its toll on his body, but he didn’t dare to sleep. He was afraid that Izabella would wake up frightened or thirsty when he wasn’t by her side

He gently touched the wound on tabella’s forehead, his fingertips trembling She seemed as fragile as a glass doll, as if she would shatter with a single touch.

How long could someone with late stage stomach cancer survive?

Brett didn’t dare to search or ask, afraid of teaming an answer he couldn’t handle

Deep down, he knew the truth it was a terminal illness, and she wasn’t destined to die of old age like a normal person. The life of someone in the late stages of cancer was like a withering leaf falling from a tree

izabella received IV fluids all day long two bags of nutrients every day, each lasting four hours, along with other medicines. In total, she received up to 12-13 hours of IV fluids each day

A catheter needle was inserted into her hand to minimize pain, but even so her hand became swollen and cold.

Izabella had taken over the Salotti Group at just 18 years old, when she was still a little girl. She was strong willed and not only had to manage the company but also had to deal with her so–called “family“, who spent her money while cursing her behind her back

She had camned so much at such a young age that one almost overlooked the fact that she was less than 24 years old.

A nurse came in to change Izabella’s medicine. Brett watched her quick movements and couldn’t help but ask, “Will she wake up?”

The nurse finished adjusting the IV fluid and looked back, her eyes meeting his red–rimmed gaze it was only two days, and this man had changed a lot. His eyes were bloodshot and the eye sockets had sunken deeply, and with a shaggy beard, he looked like he had stayed up for these two days without any sleep.

She looked away, unable to understand Brett. The video and photos of Izabela kneeling in front of reporters had become a hot topic in R City.

Everyone knew about it. in a wideo taken by a bystander, Brett stood not far from Izabella with a cold expression, showing no intention of helping her. He simply watched as she knelt there alone, facing the accusations from reporters and the families of the victims

Reportedly, Izabella had knelt in the pouring rain for a full half hour

An ordinary person would find it unbearable to kneel for that long, let alone in heavy rain and with Izabella’s physical condition. It was no wonder she had vomited blood and suffered a stomach cancer attack that day The fact that she was still alive now was a miracle in itself