Twisted Ties of Love

Chapter 287

—"Brett, I've been living in hell for a long time now..."

"Izabella!" Brett yelled in fear, "Stop the car!"

The driver instinctively slammed the brakes, propelled forward due to inertia. He was startled and glanced back. The sealed car window was open unknowingly, the wind howling as if mourning.

Izabella knew she couldn't go back with him. Going back would be hell.

She could only save herself now.

Izabella had disappeared. Seeing Brett jump off the car, the driver regained his senses and got out of the car to check the situation.

Izabella felt as if all her internal organs had shifted from the fall, the pain in her leg was unbearable as if it was broken.

She didn't know where her coat had fallen. Her white sweater had rolled on the ground, revealing her skin which felt the searing pain of friction on the cement, her body burning all over.

Her body was trembling from the pain, even feeling pain was a luxury at this point.

But it didn't matter. She just wanted freedom now, to live with dignity.

The moment Brett saw the car charging towards Izabella, his body went cold and his breath hitched.

Brett rushed over, picked up Izabella, his face rubbing against her blood-stained cheek, feeling her weak breathing.

"Do you really want to escape?" In the strange gaze of the crowd, Brett held Izabella, his face pale and helpless like a child.

This is what Brett had always feared. Izabella would break down after regaining that part of her memory, then she would be like a living dead.

Nobody knows better than him how much Izabella loved Ryker, who saved her eighteen years ago.

He came into Izabella's life when she most needed help and warmth, lit a fire and warmed her for more than a decade.

That vague figure stayed in her heart for years, constantly beautified, letting her willingly love a man who endlessly hurt her.

He held Izabella back into the car and carefully wiped the blood from her cheek with the tissue handed over by the driver.

Izabella’s body was very cold, like ice. Fortunately, this happened on a crowded street. The car wasn't fast, Izabella rolled out with some injuries, looked severe but curable. Unlike the wound in her heart which couldn't be healed no matter what.

The car was full of heat, but Izabella's body kept trembling, both cold and painful.

He dared not hold her too tight for fear of hurting her. The driver went out and picked up the coat that had fallen on the roadside. Brett took it and gently covered Izabella. She was injured all over, Brett could only gently grasp her cold hand and slowly rub it.

"Go to the hospital."

Without needing Brett to remind, the driver conscientiously opened the navigation and headed towards the hospital. Both of them were injured, one with a hand wound, the other tumbled out of the car, not knowing where the blood came from.

Izabella didn't faint. The most painful part of her body were her legs, if she had to guess, they were probably broken. She found it amusing, why couldn't she just die given all this.

With her eyes closed, she endured the pain in silence, not wanting to see Brett's disgusted face.

Brett would never let go this time. In the instant Izabella fell, her eyes weren't filled with fear or panic, only relief and happiness. That look, even remembering it made Brett shiver.

He wiped the blood off Izabella's forehead with a damp tissue, murmuring with a hoarse voice: "I lied to you just because I love you too much, I'm afraid of you leaving me."

"I originally thought we could start over after your memory loss. I know I was wrong. I'm guilty. But I really don't want to lose you, I love you...I love you...Izabella don't leave me, I only have you..." Towards the end, Brett began to choke.

It seemed like he had just obtained a precious pearl, but before he could appreciate it, the pearl shattered in his hand. He desperately tried to piece the shards back together, but they never fit perfectly.

"I'm so stupid, to have made the same mistake twice..." Izabella murmured, her lips pale and trembling, her voice soft as if it would disperse with a light breeze.

"After losing her memory, Izabella fell in love with you again, but you killed her with your own hands..."

She didn't refer to herself as "I", but as "Izabella", as if she were narrating someone else's story.

Brett closed his eyes, various thoughts flooding his mind, all about how to make Izabella unable to leave him.

Izabella was taken to the hospital for examination, and indeed, both of her legs were broken.

Upon hearing the test results, Brett felt a pulsation in his temple.

The doctor said, "The left leg is fractured, the right foot is injured at the ankle, both legs need to be casted. They should heal in 3-4 months. She must rest well during this time, and remember to massage and rehabilitate."

Brett's eyelid twitched, "What if it's not treated?"

The doctor was stunned by the question, then after a moment replied, "If it is not treated, these legs will be disabled in the long run, and she will spend her life in a wheelchair."

Spending life in a wheelchair, unable to move, that meant Izabella wouldn't be able to leave him.

Brett said, "Then don't treat it."

The doctor's face changed, "This isn't right, these legs can clearly be healed, why not treat them?"

The doctor felt a chill run down his back, thinking this man in front of him was a madman, and he began to feel a tremor in his legs.

Brett just didn't want Izabella to leave him, he never thought about making her suffer. So he asked the doctor to prescribe some medicine to alleviate the pain from the fractures.

He thought to himself, if Izabella was willing to let go of the past and live a good life with him, then he would let the doctor heal her legs. If she wasn't, then she wouldn't be able to stand again.

He had all the time in the world to "make it up" to Izabella. Yes, this was just for her. Brett comforted himself in this way.

Brett returned to the ward and looked at Izabella lying on the bed, "The doctor said your legs can't be cured, you can only sit in a wheelchair in the future."

Izabella showed a slight reaction, then sank back into her own world.

Brett walked up to her, sat at the edge of the bed and gently stroked her leg, "Look at you, if you hadn't tried to commit suicide, your legs wouldn't be crippled."

Indeed, she brought all of this on herself.

"Even if your legs are broken, this way you won't think about leaving me. Izabella, don't hate me. There's new progress in the stomach cancer surgery, your legs…" Brett paused, "Once your stomach is better, I'll figure out a way to treat you here. As long as you listen to me, I won't harm you."

It was absurd, truly absurd. The person who pushed her into a corner was telling her that all he did was for her own good, and asked her not to hate him.

A drug was injected into Izabella's legs, causing her to lose sensation. She could barely feel her legs enymore, there was no feeling even when she pinched them with her hands.

Timely treatment for broken legs is not a big issue, but Brett was determined to have her confined to a wheelchair for life.

Brett carefully studied Izabella's features, her small earlobes, her thin lips lightly pursed together.

Izabella remained silent, staring at the blank ceiling, as if she could see something there.

Brett's left hand was injured, making it inconvenient to take care of Izabella, so he brought Tiara to the hospital.

Upon seeing Izabella's legs, Tiara burst into tears, sitting by the bed holding a tissue to wipe her eyes. She couldn't understand why the kind Izabella had to endure so much, why do good people always suffer such misfortune?

Brett would come to wash Izabella's face and feed her every day. Despite his injured hand making movement difficult, he still took care of Izabella very attentively. He and Tiara placed her in the wheelchair, looked at her delicate feet, and Tiara went to fetch socks for her.

"I'll do it." Without saying another word, Brett took the socks from Tiara's hands, knelt down on one knee, and put the socks on Izabella.

He was always the gentlest at these times, able to deceive everyone.

With her eyes open, Izabella looked at the light on the wall, her eyes gradually filled with its brightness, reflecting Brett's dark silhouette.

The wheelchair was custom-made by Brett, with the seat and backrest being very soft and comfortable. But the wheelchair could only move with the help of others, the person sitting in it was unable to move, this was to prevent her from getting hurt.

After Izabella had a miscarriage, she became very skinny. Now that her legs were broken and she spent every day eating and sleeping, she became even skinnier. Especially her face, her eye sockets were sunken in, showing no signs of emotions.

Brett prepared a lot of things for her to pass the time, such as a variety of books, Rubik's cube, drawing books... But Izabella never touched any of them.

She lost her legs and her ability to speak. After Brett told her that her legs were crippled that day, she never spoke again, her lips seemed to be sewn shut. This is from NôvelDrama.Org.

Brett, on the other hand, accepted it quickly. He had only one thought in his mind: as long as Izabella didn't leave him.

Wherever the wheelchair was pushed, she sat there, looking at the fountain in the garden, listening to the sparrows chirping. This winter was destined to be her toughest.

On December 20th, 5 days away from Brett's engagement, Izabella knew nothing about it.

Brett personally picked a red cashmere coat for Izabella to wear. A phone call came in, he answered it and said a few words, his face not looking good.

After hanging up the phone, Brett squatted in front of Izabella, looking at her eye-to-eye, "I have something to do and need to go out. Tiara will accompany you when you're discharged, I'll arrange for someone to pick you up."