Twisted Ties of Love novel Chapter 41

Brett didn't help at all, just kept staring at Izabella busying herself. Finally, Izabella couldn't take it anymore, she went back to her bedroom, opened the drawer, and took out two bottles of medicine, having one pill from each.

"What are you taking?" Brett asked. He had seen the two glass bottles in the drawer before but had never asked about them out of curiosity.

"Stomach medicine, prescribed by the doctor," Izabella calmly said.

Brett didn't ask any more questions as he knew she had a stomach condition.

After a while, he continued, "Since you're not well, don't think about moving."

"I don't want to move, but I need to sell this house urgently because I'm short on money, Brett. You should know better than anyone why I need money." If only Brett had shown some consideration for their marriage and left her an option, she wouldn't have had such a hard time during this period.

"How much do you want to sell this house for?"

"I bought it for 5.69 million, I'll sell it for 5 million." The current housing prices are much higher than three years ago, it would have buyers even if she sold it at the price of 6 million or even 8 million, it just takes some time.

But time was what Izabella didn't have. She couldn't afford to wait.

Brett crossed his arms, his piercing gaze making it difficult to meet his eyes. After a moment of contemplation, he addressed Izabella, "I'll purchase the house. Let's consider it our shared property."

"Are you buying it?" Izabella responded swiftly, a hint of eagerness in her voice. "Alright, as long as you compensate me, the house is yours."

Brett retrieved a cigarette from his pack, ignited it, but merely toyed with it in his hand, the faint orange-red glow dancing in the shadows. Smoking wasn't a habit for him; he only indulged in a few puffs when confronted with vexing situations. With the cigarette held between his lips, he extracted his wallet from the inner pocket and withdrew a bank card.

"There's 5 million on this card," he disclosed.

Izabella approached and accepted the card. "I'll arrange for a lawyer to expedite the property transfer process," she assured him.

She couldn't stand the smell of smoke. When doing business in the past, she would inevitably encounter smoking people and could bear it. However, now that she had stomach cancer, any irritating smell would trigger a stress response.