Twisted Ties of Love novel Chapter 121

Brett could tell that Izabella was in a bad mood right now, so he tried to change the subject. "Now you're alone at home, do you want to hire a maid to take care of you?"

"I don't need anyone to look after me." Izabella listlessly sipped the broth from her bowl.

"You can choose the maid yourself, it would be good to have someone at home to chat with you." He was sincerely considering Izabella's needs, her psychologist also stated that her current condition was not completely recovered and she needed someone to be with her.

But he couldn't always be by her side. He hadn't gone to the company in a month, and a large pile of documents needed his signature and some social events required his presence.

After Izabella was discharged, she indeed changed. The formerly gentle and mild-tempered woman would now inexplicably lose her temper.

Before her illness, when she was angry, she would just taunt Brett, but now she would hide in a corner concealing her emotions. If she was left unattended for a while, several new self-inflicted wounds would appear on her hands.

Izabella clearly did not want his sympathy. "If you could be gentler when you hit me, I would already be doing much better."

Once domestic violence starts, it doesn't stop. Brett used to slap her, but since the Salotti family went bankrupt, he has been less and less respectful towards her, now even more so.

Falling from such a high place, anything could happen. She could hit her head, and she could have had a cerebral hemorrhage. Losing a child like she did was considered a lighter consequence.

Brett glanced at her, lowered his head, and sipped his broth.

Izabella propped her face with her hand, looked at the food on the table, her thoughts had long since drifted off somewhere else. Brett saw that she hadn't even touched her food, his brows furrowed slightly. "you don't like it?"

"I don't have an appetite," Even delicious food tasted like nothing right now, she couldn't swallow.

"You still need to eat, otherwise how will you have the strength to go out? Do you want to stay home forever?"

Izabella didn't reply.

After lunch, Brett took the dishes to the kitchen, opened the fridge and looked at the fruits bought today. There were fresh berries in it.

He washed a plate and placed it in front of Izabella. Having cared for Izabella for a month, he had developed a habit. He skillfully held the berry by her lips, "Try it."

Izabella frowned, her face showing impatience, she turned her face away, "Disgusting."

Brett looked calm and indifferent. "This is how I fed you in the hospital."

"I won't eat it."

Brett chuckled, throwing the berry in his hand into the trash can, pulling out a tissue to wipe his hands. "If you don't want to eat, that's fine. But you should eat more fruit. You can't eat nothing."

Brett had a cleanliness obsession, and wasn't used to taking care of people. For someone as lofty as him, to feed someone else to eat, it was shocking.

Brett was not someone who didn't do any housework, but his methods were not very adept. After washing the dishes, he took out his phone and called Liam to arrange a maid to come over. The age should be similar to Izabella's, and she should be diligent and honest.