Twisted Ties of Love novel Chapter 118

Brett rushed into the elevator with a lunchbox and went straight to the fifth floor, finding many doctors and nurses crowding the hallway, comforting patients in their rooms.

As he was about to pass by, Brett heard people murmuring in the crowd.

"Someone from the psych ward upstairs escaped and bit a person. If the doctors hadn't arrived in time, it would have been disastrous."

"How bad is the injury?"

"She got her ear bitten. It's all bloody and hard to see, but it looks like her ear was almost bitten off."

"Shit—"

Brett's face turned pale, and he pushed through the crowd, running forward. His lunchbox was accidentally bumped and flew out of his hand, landing on the floor with a loud thud. The soup and food spilled all over the floor, turning the appetizing meal into a disgusting mess.

"Who the hell is that guy rushing like that? He didn’t even apologize for bumping into people, and the mess all over the floor!"

Brett ignored the comments and continued running. He almost tripped, but managed to regain his balance and kept running. All he could think about was Izabella.

The door should have been closed when he left, but it was wide open now. Panic filled his heart as he burst into the room, "Izabella!"

Izabella, who was curled up in bed, looked up at him with a stiff expression. She seemed to see Brett in a frantic state for the first time.

Brett was panting, his clothes and pants soaked, his leather shoes muddy, and his hair was a mess.

Izabella almost forgot that he was obsessive about cleanliness.

"Are you alright?" Brett entered the room, carefully checking Izabella from head to toe. When he saw that she was unharmed, he breathed a sigh of relief. He had feared that she might have been the one bitten by the patient.

Izabella didn't respond, and just closed her eyes to continue sleeping.

With a bitter smile, Brett stood by her bedside.

His lunchbox had been spilled in the hallway, so he had to order takeout.

After placing the order, Brett looked at Izabella's sleeping face. He couldn't help but raise his hand to touch her eyes.

His hand had just been covered in soup, so he went to wash it clean before touching Izabella.