Twisted Ties of Love novel Chapter 110

Brett looked at the IV tube connected to Izabella's arm. She relied on it to sustain her as her body shrank and her life slowly became fainter.

Brett didn't know how long he had been standing there until his legs started to feel stiff. He glanced at the clock on the wall – it was already 9:30 pm.

Izabella's eyes were still open, seemingly not wanting to sleep.

"You should get some sleep, Izabella," Brett said softly.

As if hitting the shutdown button on a machine, Izabella obediently closed her eyes as soon as Brett finished speaking.

Listening to her steady breathing, Brett reached out and touched Izabella's pale face, his finger trembling when he saw the wound on her neck.

"Doesn't it hurt when you scratch it so hard?" Brett mumbled to himself, his expression a mix of pain he didn't even realize.

Brett took a deep breath, moved the bedside chair and extended it into a bed. It looked like he was sleeping next to Izabella.

He lay there on his side, wanting to hold her, but knowing he couldn't touch the fragile Izabella now.

Unable to sleep, Brett propped up his head and watched Izabella's sleeping face. The room was so quiet that he could hear the ticking of the clock.

Late into the night, Brett suddenly heard a noise and saw a figure sitting up on the bed in the darkness.

Startled, he became completely awake and saw Izabella sitting on the edge of the bed, her head bowed as if sleepwalking. After a while, she looked up towards the window and reached out her hand, almost falling down. Brett reached out and pulled her back by her clothes.

He thought she was sleepwalking. But after pulling her back, he saw her eyes wide open, staring intently out the window.

"Izabella, what are you looking at?"

Izabella pointed outside. "A child is crying out there."