Twisted Ties of Love novel Chapter 116

On the day Izabella left, quite a few people were standing at the door sizing them up. Although Izabella wasn’t clear minded, she could still tell which looks were kind and which were malicious.

And the stares of those people made her uneasy.

Izabella suddenly felt very resistant and sped up her pace. Recently, she had a poor appetite and couldn't sleep well. Both her mental and physical states were extremely weak, and she was panting after only a few steps.

After getting off the elevator, Izabella leaned against the wall to catch her breath.

"Can't walk anymore?" Brett asked.

Izabella didn't answer, just stood there motionless.

After thinking for a moment, Brett finally squatted down in front of her. "Come on, I'll carry you."

He had never tried to carry her before, so he was just testing it out. He didn't expect Izabella to obediently climb onto his back, especially since she absolutely despised his touch right now.

But unexpectedly, Izabella suddenly climbed on his back, and her slender arms wrapped tightly around his neck.

Brett's heart rate involuntarily sped up. Izabella was so skinny that when he carried her, it didn't feel like the weight of an adult woman.

Furrowing his brows, Brett carefully stood up and walked to the building next to the hospital.

Quite a few people were looking at them along the way, and Brett could feel her trembling. He spoke softly, "You can rest your face against my back, and others won't be able to see you."

Izabella did as he said, burying her face in Brett's back. She should have forgotten about the past, but she still greedily smelled Brett's scent, just like when she was lying on his back 16 years ago.

Could Brett still remember that he had once carried her like this, and even gave her donuts to comfort that little cry baby on his back?

There was warmth on his back, but Brett didn't pay much attention to it.

He had already taken care of the hospitalization procedures. The ward was quiet, just as the doctor previously said.

However, this kind of silence made people feel more suffocated. At this time, all the patients were resting. Brett passed by a room with an open door and glanced inside, only to see a disheveled woman sitting on the ground with her head down.

Brett, who had a strong will, was also taken aback by this scene. He dare not think of the day Izabella would look like this.

The wards here were different from others, the windows had protective bars to prevent patients from jumping off. The room was very clean and tidy, and the blankets were neatly folded. The surrounding air was filled with the scent of air fresheners. Unlike the wards full of disinfectant, this place was more suitable for mental patients to relax.

On Izabella's first day, she was tense adapting to the new environment, and she either had nightmares or stayed awake at night.

Brett was used to her condition, and after going to the bathroom, he returned to find Izabella sitting on the edge of the bed.