Twisted Ties of Love
Chapter 284

The hospital was in chaos as Brett was found to be poisoned. The only thing he had consumed today was the bowl of dark soup brought by Izabella. The soup bowl was still on the table, with the leftovers sent for testing. The results came back quickly, revealing the presence of a weed killer ingredient in the remedy.

Upon hearing this, Adrian panicked. The weed killer was from his home. Recently, a lot of weeds had appeared in the villa's garden. After several unsuccessful attempts to get rid of them, he purchased a box o potent weed killer, which was lethal upon spraying. The weeds did indeed die quickly, drying up in less than two days. What he never expected was that while the weeds died, Brett almost got killed as well. This powerful weed killer has a strong corrosive effect, capable of eroding tree roots, let alone human stomach and intestines. Fortunately, Brett was in the hospital when he was poisoned, and without delay, he was taken to have his stomach pumped.

If he were far away from a hospital, one mishandling or a slight delay could have cost him his life without knowing how he died.

Brett was taken into the operating room for gastric lavage. He vomited incessantly, acid reflux bubbling up constantly.

The process of gastric lavage is extremely uncomfortable. Unlike some surgeries where you can be put under full anesthesia and wake up when it's done, gastric lavage requires a stress response and induces vomiting. It feels as if there is a washing machine running in the stomach. Even Brett, who can endure a lot, turned pale from the pain, his body convulsing.

Adrian and a few bodyguards stood outside, full of worry.

"Isn't this a crime? Shouldn't we call the police?"

"We can't call the police," Adrian immediately denied this action. If Brett found out they were about to send his beloved to prison, they would likely end up jobless.

"Let's wait until President Windham comes out to decide."

At this moment, everyone's attention was focused on the stomach-pumping room, fearing something might happen to Brett.

Halfway through the process, Brett felt his stomach easing a bit. Although it still hurt, it wasn't as unbearable as before, like something was corroding his stomach. Typically, a powerful poison like what Brett ingested requires half an hour of stomach pumping. However, since the poisoning was detected early, twenty minutes was enough. Brett lay on the table, vomiting. After he recovered some strength, he asked for Adrian.

Adrian walked in nervously, the first words out of his mouth an apology, "I'm sorry, President Windham. I should've kept a better eye on the weed killer, which madam took." Brett looked awful, a combination of the pain from the stomach pumping, the tense atmosphere, and a certain fear.

"Thankfully, it was me who consumed the weed killer."

Adrian froze, suddenly understanding the meaning behind Brett's words.

"If Izabella had ingested it, I would've been done for," Brett said, his voice hoarse.

Adrian swallowed hard, realizing that Brett regarded Izabella as a treasure more valuable than his own life. He also felt a sudden fear. Thankfully, Izabella didn't drink the weed killer, and they hadn't impulsively called the police.

"Where is Izabella?"

"She went to the restroom," Adrian replied. Women tend to take longer in the restroom. They had all rushed over due to their concern for Brett, inadvertently forgetting Izabella.

When someone is in a state of anxiety, time seems to pass very quickly.

Brett tensed, suddenly becoming anxious, "She's still in there after so long?"

Adrian, growing old and slow to react, suddenly realized something was wrong and broke out into a cold sweat.

"I'll go find her right away."

Brett had just had his stomach pumped. The danger was not yet fully averted, as he needed to be examined to determine if he needed another stomach pumping, but he couldn't care less about that. He only wanted to know if Izabella was still there.

However, reality gave him a loud slap in the face, Izabella had run away again. Why was she always disobedient, always thinking about leaving him over and over again!

Brett's eyes were as sharp as a knife, creating a bone-chilling coldness wherever they landed.

"What use is it having so many of you here if you can't even keep one person under control!" He had nothing in his hand, or else he would have surely thrown it at these idiots. Adrian wiped the sweat off his forehead, "President Windham, we have already sent people to find her. You should rest first."

Brett's face was gloomy, "Are you telling me what to do?"

His stomach began to spasm again. He gasped a breath of cold air, his left hand casted, his right hand holding his belly, pitifully miserable. "Arrange the car, I am going to look for her."

"President Windham." Adrian stepped forward, no one else dared to persuade Brett, so it was up to him. "You just had your stomach pumped. The poison in your stomach may not have been completely cleared. Besides, your left hand is inconvenient. We have already sent people to find her. You should rest here."

Brett scoffed, "You couldn't keep an eye on her in the hospital bathroom, how are you going to find her outside? Adrian, I think you've become senile. You can't watch her once and now you've lost her twice. And now you expect me to listen to you?" Brett was usually very good-tempered and gentlemanly.

This was only the second time Adrian had seen him this angry, perhaps it was because Izabella had been pushing him too hard lately and he couldn't find an outlet for his frustration.

Now all his anger was unleashed, making Adrian felt as if his spine was being forcefully poked, making him lower his head involuntarily.

Brett wanted to leave. Not only were these subordinates opposed, but the hospital also couldn't let him go for his own health's sake. But to forcefully keep him here was impossible.

In desperation, his attending physician could only repeatedly remind him, "You must return within six hours for a physical examination."

Brett didn't respond. Izabella was getting better and better at escaping. Who knew if she had already gotten in a car and left.

Brett, holding back his stomach pain, quickly got into the car. He called to check the surveillance, while using his phone to connect to nearby surveillance to look for Izabella.

He had the butler call the villa to ask about the situation. Izabella hadn't returned, but Tiara and the cat were there, which gave him some peace of mind. Izabella cared about Tiara and the cat, so she wouldn't leave.

Although he thought this way, the comfort it brought was minimal.

What if Izabella didn't care about an outsider and a cat these next few days?

If she made a rash decision and something happened, what could he do to Tiara and the cat.

Brett watched the monitor and saw Izabella leave the hospital in another direction. He immediately ordered the driver to turn around.

No matter where Izabella went, he would find her!

At the internet cafe.

Izabella stared at the incoming video. She was so close to regaining her memory, but at this moment, she was scared.

The fears that had been buried deep inside her suddenly erupted, forcefully telling her not to open the video, that there was something terrifying waiting for her in it.

Izabella took a deep breath, her hand slowly moving to the mouse, carefully clicking into the video.

The video showed a man kneeling on the ground in a strange posture. His white shirt was stained red with blood, and his legs were twisted, clearly broken.

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