Twisted Ties of Love

Chapter 22

Did Brett love Izabella? This is property © of NôvelDrama.Org.

If he did, then why was he coldly watching when Izabella knelt in the rain, humiliating herself in front of everyone?

If he didn’t, why did he stay awake for two days and two nights to take care of irabella?

The nurse shook her head and said she doesn’t know

Brett didn’t say anything and got lost in his thoughts again, like he wasn’t the one who just asked the question

The nurse left the ICU with her medication cart and at noon, Liam brought Brett a pile of files to report on his work

Brett finished reading and signed a few urgent documents before asking Liam, “How’s Alan’s situation?”

“Ive submitted the evidence you told me to Alan won’t die” Liam was a bit confused Alan could get away with just some money?

President Windham had gone through great lengths to put Alan on death row, and now he wanted to prove Alan’s innocence in court. Wasn’t this a wasted effort?

Liam didn’t understand, but he knew that President Windham never made a loss, and he’s ruthless, never leaving any room for escape

“All night you can go said Brett

Liam hesitated and said, “President Windham, Ms Kaley called me because she couldn’t reach you on the phone. She asked when you’ll be going back

“Leave her alone. Just focus on Alan’s case and delete all videos and news about Izabella’s kneeling online”

“Yes, sic” Liam replied, surprised that a casual conversation led to this much trouble. He rubbed the tip of his nose and left quietly.

Brett filled a cup of warm water and skillfully dabbed Izabella’s cracked lips with a cotton swab

He let out a bitter smile, not just because Liam didn’t understand him, but sometimes he didn’t understand himself either

Originally it was only agreed to have Alan live the rest of his life in prison, but now he actually intended to let Alan out of prison, rewriting the whole previous plan

Why did he do this?

Maybe it was just because he doesn’t want to upset Izabella and see the disappointment in her eyes

Izabella couldn’t die now, she had to survive. She had the same blood as Kaley, and they had an agreement. If Kaley was in danger, who else could save her if not Izabella?

He threw away the cotton swab, walked to the window, and opened a small crack. After consecutive days of rain in R City, the sun finally came out. The sunlight poured in through the window and fell gently on the

sheets

He squinted to adjust his eyes to the sudden brightness. To his surprise, he saw a rainbow in the sky.

He looked back at tabella, who was still unconscious on the bed “Izabella, the weather is beautiful outside, and there’s a rainbow. I take you out to see it when you wake up”

His voice was soft, so gentle he didn’t even notice

“You dont have to worry about anything. The Salotti family is fine, your father won’t die or go to prison, and I won’t leave. I’ll stay here with you”

Izabella’s fingers twitched, and the quiet machines by her bedside suddenly beeped.

Startled, Brett rushed to her side, grabbed her hand, and called her name a couple of times.

Izabella’s eyelashes trembled as she slowly opened her eyes and saw a white ceiling

Unable to focus, she stared at the ceiling for a long time before noticing Brett by her bed

She opened her mouth but she can’t speak. She watched, as the man anxiously rang the bell, then went to the door to shout at someone and finally returned to her side holding her hand.

This side of Brett was strange to trabella. For a moment, she thought she was dreaming But when she moved her hand and felt the pain from the IV needle, she realized this was real.

Frowning, she saw the needle, the clear tube, and a bag of whitish liquid dripping slowly above her

A short while later, Presley arrived with two nurses and shooed Brett, who was standing in the room, out

“Izabella, how do you feel?” Her vitals were stable now, and for now there would be no danger

izabella looked at Presley, unable to speak and can only shook her head to let him know she isn’t in pain

In reality, though, her hands were cold, her body ached, and her wound throbbed. It’s just that she was used to keeping the pain down and not letting people who cared about her worry about it

Presley stroked her hair and said, “You’ve been unconscious for 46 hours, so it’s normal that you cannot speak right now in a while, you can have some water to moisten your throat”

Since she just had surgery, she couldn’t eat and could only rely on nutritional fluids to maintain her body.

izabella nodded

Presley poured her a glass of water, supported her head, and helped her take a few sips.

“Are you feeling better?” he asked

“Yeah a little better Her voice was hoarse, and speaking hurt as well, as if there was a thorn stuck in her throat

Her voice was quiet, and everyone else in the room became silent, just bistening to her. She glanced at the door and whispered, “Does he know about my condition?”