"The person who saved you 16 years ago, Izabella, is dead. I'm Brett, and you can only remember me, got it? No matter what happens, you're mine." Since it was wrong from the start, might as well keep it wrong'til the end.
He held her and coaxed her like a little kid, "It's late, let's sleep."
Izabella had a severe headache, and her eyes burned with pain. Clutching the blanket on her body, she said, "Brett, one day you'll drive me crazy."
"You've already gone mad once in the hospital. What's there to be afraid of? Even if you go crazy, I'll still take care of you."
This man doesn't really care about her and might not even care if she lives or dies. Izabella took a deep breath and spoke in a feeble, hoarse voice.
"Brett, I'm dying."
Brett's steady breathing didn't falter.
"I've got stomach cancer, and I might not make it past a year."
Brett opened his eyes and said, "You fooled me once in the hospital already, and you wanna trick me again? Same trick won't work on me twice."
Izabella smiled, her voice soft and gentle, "What if I tell you I didn't lie to you from the start?"
Brett ignored her, "Izabella, I won't believe you. You just wanna get away from me by telling me you have stomach cancer."
The smile on Izabella's lips deepened, but the laughter didn't reach her eyes. Her pupils were pitch black, but if you looked deep enough, you could see something glittering moving within.
"Brett, you're really smart. No chance of duping you at all, huh? Just keep believing that for the rest of your life."
Brett didn't pay attention to her words or take them to heart.
Izabella at most had a stomach problem, but stomach cancer? No way.
If it were true, why didn't she tell him from the beginning? She could've gained some pity from him, but instead, she chose to hide it.
Brett knew what late-stage stomach cancer looked like. If Izabella was really in the late stages, she'd be bedridden by now.
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