Twisted Ties of Love novel Chapter 272

There's a saying that if someone really loves you, you can't completely leave them unless they're willing to let you go.

So, does Brett's unwillingness to let Izabella go mean that he really loves her? If he loves her, why does he give her such a fierce look?

Tears kept falling down her face due to nervousness and fear.

Brett expressionlessly watched the tears roll down Izabella's face, gripping her hand tightly until the bodyguard injected the drug into her wrist, only then did he loosen his grip slightly.

Shortly after the injection, Izabella's consciousness began to blur, and her limbs went numb. She tried to scream for help but could not make a sound. Tears kept flowing, and that was the greatest strength she could muster at the moment.

Brett picked up the weak Izabella in his arms and ordered the bodyguard to clean up the room.

Trembling and crying, Izabella begged, "Please let me go, Brett. Let me go, please." She leaned softly in his arms, her weak voice barely audible.

The faint sound was so deep and soft that Brett almost thought it was his illusion.

He didn't speak but held Izabella even tighter, carrying her to the car.

At 8:30 in the evening, there were still many people on the street. Some were taking a walk after dinner, some were dancing, and some were young people meeting up for dinner.

Like before, onlookers curiously watched the luxury cars and the tall, well-dressed men coming down from the building but didn't dare to approach.

Brett didn't like the attention. After putting Izabella in the car, he ordered his men to handle the situation to avoid any unnecessary trouble.

Brett looked down at Izabella curled up in his arms like a wounded cat and gently stroked her sad brow.

"Izabella, I'll never let you go in this lifetime."

This sentence was almost like a cage that trapped her soul inside.

Under the influence of the drug, Izabella gradually stopped crying. Her eyes widened, and her gaze was lifeless. The tears vanished, and her hollow eyes sent chills down Brett's spine.

Brett couldn't stand her making such an expression in the car, as it reminded him of the tragic death of his parents.

After so many years, the tragic image of his parents dying to protect him still haunted him deeply.

He sometimes thought that if he hadn't been in the car at that time, would his parents still be alive?

Brett covered Izabella's eyes with his trembling hand, and in the darkness, she gradually fell into a stupor.

Izabella had a dream. She dreamed of falling off a cliff, and Brett grabbed her and pulled her up. Just as she wanted to hug him tightly, Brett's hand went through her stomach.

Startled awake from the nightmare, Izabella looked up and saw Brett's dark eyes. Looking around, she realized she was in a white room with the smell of disinfectant in the air.

She had been taken to the hospital by Brett! Izabella instinctively tried to get up and escape, but she was tied to the bed and couldn't move.

Covered in cold sweat, even more panicked than the nightmare, Brett's gaze made her feel even more agitated.

"You've slept for 10 hours," Brett said indifferently.

It was then that Izabella noticed the bright sunlight outside, the dazzling light shining through the window, making her eyes hurt.

"Do you want some water?" asked Brett.

Her throat felt dry and bitter. Izabella tried to free her hands but still couldn't muster the strength.

"Stop struggling and save your energy," Brett said as he poured Izabella a glass of water, he put a straw in the glass so it’s easier for her to drink.

He held the straw to Izabella's lips. "take a sip."

"Get lost!" she croaked hoarsely.

"If you don’t drink now, you won’t have any during the surgery."