Chapter 4
Izabella stumbled back, taking her 20 minutes to walk a 10 minutes distance. The villa didnt have heating on, making the spacious room as cold as death
Izabela kicked off her high heels, and like a drunk person, she staggered into the bathroom She turned on the hot water in the bathtub and let at fill halfway One moment she was standing firm and the next, she was like a corpse slumped in the tub Warm water spread around her, and there was no sound at all Her long red dress spread out, looking like a glaring pool of blood, making trabella’s face even paler-
She closed her eyes and allowed her face to submerge in the water The suffocating sensation numbed her heart as the water completely covered her head, cutting off at her senses. When she couldn’t hold back any longer, she involuntarily opened her mouth, and the warm water rushed in, causing a wave of nausea to wash over her
Izabella forced open her bloodshot eyes and struggled to lift her head out of the water Her body hung over the edge of the bathtub, as if someone were tearing her insides apart. Numbly. she parted her lips and uncontrollably retched Having gone without food the entire day, all that came out was yellow bile, burning her throat and bringing tears to her eyes Eventually, Izabella rubbed her sore eyes and observed the mixture of blood and bile on the floor. A twisted smark formed on her lips, but her eyes reflected no humor–only sadness and
loneliness
She removed her red dress and tossed it onto the bloody mess on the floor–she couldn’t allow Brett to see the blood.
As it got dark outside, Izabella walked back to the bedroom with her bare feet and collapsed onto the bed. She couldn’t sleep Even when she found out she was ill, she could still dream of the future. Now, no matter how hard she tried, everything seemed pointless
It took her four years to lose everything she had. From liking someone to being so desperate that she couldn’t even see a way out
That day. It was as if she had cried out all the tears she had for her entire life. Izabella put her hand on her heart and bitterly mocked herself, “My stomach is what’s rotten, not my heart. So why does it hurt so bad?”
Her phone suddenly vibrated in her bag Izabella propped herself up and rummaged through her bag to find it. When she saw the incoming call information on the screen, she felt as if all her energy was drained
It’s not him. Izabella, what are you hoping for?
Izabella stared at the phone for a brief moment, her fingers feeling rigid as she finally answered the call
“Presley,” she croaked, her voice hoarse and strained
Presley Felton had been a childhood friend, someone who had grown up alongside her. Though not bound by blood, their bond was stronger than family Izabella had spent a significant portion of her life living with the Felton family, and to her, Presley was more like a brother than anything else
In the phone. Presley asked with concern, “Izabella, why is your voice so hoarse? Are you sick?”
“Just a little cold My voice got raspy after I took a nap…”
Before Izabella could finish her sentence, Presley interrupted, Izabella, are you going to lie to me too? Did you forget I’m a doctor? I can tell the difference between a voice that is hoarse from waking up and a voice hoarse from a cold and crying”
She choked up, feeling a sharp stone lodged in her throat, grinding against the walls until it bled. She couldn’t provide any explanation, only a bitter laugh.
Presley asked, “Can you tell me why you cried, Izabella?”
Izabella held the phone tightly, staring at the wooden floor No one likes to show others their vulnerable side, so she shook her head and said, “I can’t.”
Presley hesitated, understanding Izabella’s personality. To put it nicely, she was strong–willed, to put it bluntly, she was stubborn. If she didn’t want to talk, you wouldn’t get a word of truth
out of her
Presley could only change the subject. “What were the results of your medical examination today?”
Izabella pursed her chapped lips. “Pretty good”
Presley said “You don’t have to say it if you dont want to go to the hospital and look up your examination report myself. I’m qualified to do that as a doctor”
He was a doctor at that hospital, and finding the information would be a piece of cake for him
Damn t
“Will you tell me or do you want me to find out on my own? The choice is yours “He continued to push her
The phone fell silent, so quiet that she could hear his breathing Izabella finally gave in. “Cancer Late stage stomach cancer”
Presley was speechless
On the other end, he seemed to be holding back, as messy breaths kept coming through the call
“How is that possible you’re so young. Presley murmured to himself, his voice becoming choked up
Despite the distance. Izabella could feel his sadness. He was heartbroken for her. Having someone care about her before her death made her feel content
“Come back to the hospital, and I do a re–examination.
Izabella refused, “No matter how many times I’m checked, the result will be the same Presley, I know my own body. Maybe this is just karma…
“What nonsense are you talking about! Izabella, listen to me. Check in and get treated. You will be fine.” Presley’s voice was laced with sorrow As a doctor specializing in this field, he knew how severe this sickness was and how much pain it caused
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