Izabella was pregnant, and Brett totally didn't see that coming. He'd been careful every time, so how could Izabella possibly get pregnant?
Where did it go wrong? Brett calculated the time, and Izabella had been with him all the time, with no chance to sneak out. The only time she went out was to the hospital, and that time he even sent someone to follow her.
Brett leaned against the wall, holding his head with both hands. Izabella couldn't have this baby, considering her health and their relationship. She shouldn't be pregnant.
Thinking of the child who was about to be aborted, Brett's eyes reddened, his heart ached like a knife, and he could hardly breathe.
Stevenson also learned about Izabella's pregnancy. He looked at Brett seriously and asked, "Do you want this child?"
"I can't." It was not that he didn't want to, it was that he couldn't.
"Her body doesn't allow her to get pregnant, does it?"
"Yes." If they decided to have a baby, Izabella might pay with her life.
"How are you going to tell her?" Stevenson asked, "If you tell her that she can't have a baby because of stomach cancer, she might remember the past."
When Stevenson hypnotized her, the first thing he sealed was her painful memories, one of which was stomach cancer.
It was like putting a lock on her memory, and if the lock was unlocked, she would successfully regain her memory.
"Don't tell her." Brett replied briefly.
"Having a child aborted without knowing anything, she'll hate you."
"This hate is nothing compared to what she'd hate after recovering her memory."
Brett returned to the bedside and watched over Izabella, looking at her flat stomach.
When Izabella was pregnant with their first child, he accidentally threw her downstairs, and the child was lost. At that time, he watched her blood flow down, and he went crazy.
The doctor said it was not easy for her to get pregnant because of her weak womb wall. At that time, he only had one thought: to take good care of Izabella's body so that she could give birth to his child.
Their relationship was tense during that period, and all Izabella wanted was to leave him.
He didn't know how to keep her, so he could only use their child to tie her down. But now, even a child wasn’t possible.
Brett tucked her in, and he couldn't help but reach into the blanket to caress her flat belly.
Izabella felt uncomfortable and frowned. In her dream, she saw a snake wrapped around her waist and was scared awake. When she woke up, she saw Brett's hand on her belly.
Izabella's face changed slightly, and she unconsciously shrank to the side: "What are you doing?!"
Her eyes were full of caution, and her gaze was more distant than ever. Before she fainted, she genuinely expressed her disgust towards Brett, and now she felt sick even from his touch.
Brett wore a white shirt with the sleeves rolled up. Seeing Izabella wake up, he withdrew his hand and pulled it out of the quilt.
"You've been asleep for almost a day."
Izabella looked out the window and saw that it was already dark.
No wonder she felt thirsty with a bit of a headache when she woke up.
Brett got up and poured a glass of water: "Have some water." He instinctively reached out to help her up, as usual.
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