Twisted Ties of Love

Chapter 50

"Brett, by the way you're looking at me, are you concerned that I might bite my tongue and end my own life?" Izabella's words carried a hint of bitterness.

Brett didn't appreciate her mentioning death, yet her prickly demeanor provoked him further. "Izabella, the only value your body holds is having the same blood type as Kaley."

Thus, the concern he had shown in his eyes moments ago was solely due to the compatibility of their blood, not out of genuine worry for her. Izabella had known this from the beginning, but it still pained her to hear it from Brett's lips.

That casual tone he employed felt like a needle piercing her heart.

Despite the overwhelming pain, Izabella's smile remained radiant as she ceased her struggle. "Sharing the same blood type as her, how repulsive. Brett, I regret..."

Brett's lips tightened, his beautiful eyebrows slightly furrowed, and a sinister glint flickered within his dark eyes.

Regret...

What was it that she was regretting?

Was it meeting him or insisting on marrying him? Maybe both, but isn't it too late to say regret now?

Both of them were like beasts fighting each other, biting and tearing at each other, neither wanting to let the other get away easily.

Brett taunted, "Izabella, are you making such a fuss today just because you're jealous of Kaley moving in? What, are you afraid she'll steal your place?"Published by Nôv'elD/rama.Org.

Izabella was furious and cursed, "Bullshit!"

Brett didn't like her cursing, and the force became heavier. Izabella gasped for breath, feeling pain all over her body, but fortunately, she had taken painkillers beforehand, so she wouldn't die from the pain just yet.

"Women just love to talk back."

Izabella was too weak from the pain to scream, but she glared at him hatefully.

Never in her life did she think the man she loved so much would become someone she wanted to avoid as much as possible. Now, that fear was gradually turning into hatred.

Hatred consumed her whole chest, almost crushing her reason. How she despised the man in front of her! Only he would take her agony as jealousy and her cries of pain as sarcasm.

Suddenly, Brett had the idea to make Izabella pregnant with his child. She hated him and wanted to leave him, right? Would she still hate him if she had his child?

Brett's expression softened momentarily as he noticed Izabella's pale face and tears of pain. However, he quickly composed himself, showing no sympathy towards her suffering. Just as he was about to resume his intimidating words, a persistent knocking sound echoed from the other side of the door.

The knocks continued incessantly, as if determined to persist until the door was opened. Irritated by the interruption, Brett furrowed his brows and cast a cold glance at the closed door.

After a brief moment, the annoying knocks ceased, and Kaley's weak voice could be heard from outside.

"Brett, my head hurts... and I feel like I'm going to be sick," Kaley's feeble voice carried a tinge of pitifulness.

Brett let out a long sigh, his attention diverted from Izabella towards the trembling figure on the bed. Izabella's face was buried in the pillow, concealing her expression from view.

He gently turned her face towards him, his fingers inadvertently brushing against her cold sweat. It was only then that he realized how chillingly cold Izabella felt. Even her temples were damp with perspiration.