Twisted Ties of Love
Chapter 281

Izabella stepped out of the kitchen and her eyes deepen when she saw Brett sitting at the dining table. She adjusted the gloves on her hands and stretched her fingers.

The gloves were custom-made for her, with insulation, skid-proof and anti-shake features, making her grip even tighter.

Brett got Izabella a bowl of soup and placed it on her usual spot, saying, "It's been a while since I had your cooking."

Izabella sat down and says, "Well, eat up then."

Brett looked at her, surprised.

He didn't expect Izabella to respond to him.

"Alright, I'll definitely eat a lot," Brett's voice trembled with excitement.

Izabella looked at the soup in front of her and took a sip.

Izabella held the fork and quietly watched Brett's hand.

Handsome guys have nice-looking hands, with distinct joints, slender and powerful.

Izabella softly griped the fork in her hand and asked, "Can I look at your palm?"

Brett didn't understand why, but he stretched out his left hand and spread it in front of her. Izabella tightly held his hand, then with a never-before-seen seriousness, she studied the lines on his hand. Suddenly, Izabella's eyes changed and she stabbed the fork into Brett's hand.

Brett let out a painful scream, collapses onto the dining table, and the two dishes closest to him fell to the ground, mixing together.

His face turned pale and his body shivered, gasping with cold breaths.

Brett gritted his teeth, staring at Izabella, his eyes turning slightly red.

Izabella took off her gloves and threw them into the trash, indifferently saying, "Sorry, I didn't mean to. But I can't help it, I'm not right in the head, I'm sick." After all, Brett treated her as a crazy person and fed her nerve-damaging drugs every day.

Brett's eyes became a mixture of disbelief and realization, although he didn't expect Izabella to make a move on him again here.

The pain made him a bit uncomfortable.

Everyone at home heard the noise and rushed in, Adrian being the first to react to call emergency services.

Katie went upstairs for the first aid kit to treat Brett's wound. Brett knelt on the floor, his entire arm throbbing with pain.

When dinner time arrived, Niki always ran to the dining room. It didn't know what had happened and stared with its big blue eyes. Izabella called Niki over, holding it in her arms and scratching its chin. "Does it hurt?" Izabella looked down at Brett's pathetic figure and couldn't help but scoff.

"Your pain is nothing compared to a thousandth of mine. I'm actually someone who can't stand pain. When my stomach hurts, it makes me cry. And when I had a miscarriage, the pain was like my insides were being rearranged. A pain you'll never experience in your life."

Brett gasped with pain, rise his head and smiled weakly. With a shaking voice, he said, "You're right, my pain is nothing compared to a thousandth of yours." It's not even one in ten thousand.

To save Kaley back then, he handed Izabella to Nathaniel Krueger, a truly painful experience. What he's going through now is nothing in comparison.

Brett endured the pain and stood up, saying, "I'm going to the hospital, I'll be back soon. Can you save me some food? I really want to eat your cooking."

Izabella didn't say anything, looking at Brett with cold and mocking eyes, like how he looked at her before.

When Brett was admitted to the hospital, it's bustling. The surgeon was amazed at the severity of his wound, asking, "How did you get this?"

With a hoarse voice, Brett replied, "I was eating and accidentally stabbed my hand with a fork."

The doctor marveled, it's impressive to hurt oneself like this while eating.

The surgery took a long time, and when Brett was wheeled out, his eyes were closed. His healthy complexion was now extremely pale after surgery.

The anesthesia hadn't worn off yet, but Brett woke up. He lifted his left hand and looked at it. The doctor told him, "Nerve repair can't be perfect. If it's treated well, it won't affect your life, but you won't be able to do any intricate or heavy tasks."

It's familiar to Brett, he had heard similar words last year, and now it looks like karma has finally caught up with him.

Before the doctor left, he warned Brett to take care and not move for the next two weeks.

Luckily, the wound was on his left hand, and handling everyday tasks wouldn't be difficult. Besides, he's filthy rich and never short of people to care for him.

Brett nodded after hearing the doctor's words.

Staying in the hospital was necessary for intravenous drip therapy and to avoid infection. Brett called the mansion, and Tiara picked up.

"Tiara, are there any leftovers from Izabella's cooking tonight?"

"It's gone, she threw it in the trash. President Windham, if you're hungry, should I make you something and bring it over?" Brett's expression suddenly dimed, "No, it's fine. I'll order takeout."

Izabella was in the living room, holding Niki, grooming it, and feeding it dried fish when Brett calls. So, she heard Tiara's words clearly.

After hanging up the phone, Tiara turned to Izabella and said, "I don't think President Windham will be back for a few days."

"It'd be nice if he never comes back." Izabella stroked Niki's chin, said, "Tiara, I'll give you some money, you can quit your job."

She had money saved with Fiona, enough for Tiara's needs.

Tiara said, "I can't. I signed a two-year contract, and it's only been one year."

"One year... time flies, huh."

Tiara looked at Izabella's pale face, feeling a bit heartbroken, "Izabella, don't overthink things. I know you're worried about me, but we're in J City now, and Brett can't do as he pleases. He won't give me a hard time. Just be brave and do whatever you want. Don't worry about me. Even if something does happen, I won't blame you."

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